"Here's the mini-cherry on top of the regular cherry on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life" B. Stinson

5:00 A.M.
I'm wondering what other people who are not sleeping are doing right now. Doctors on call, firemen, insomniacs, people with a totally different time zone…Normal people, in general. People who are living their lives with the cliché-istic hope for a better tomorrow and…

Wait. Stop! Are these thoughts even suitable for this hour? Quick answer: no. I should sleep. It's not like I've got a big day tomorrow, I can stay in bed until 3 pm if I want to, 'cause it's holiday, but still. I'll just check my starry-eyed account first. Because I can.

I'm sure you've heard about it – it's the new generation. It's the kind of site you love to hate. You gotta love it 'cause you can connect with your friends and with your favorite celebs. On the other hand, you can't help but realize that it's becoming addictive. This thing with celebs – weird. Wanting to know everything about them, loving them even they don't actually know you exist. Don't jump – I do it, too. That's why I'm using starry-eyed. Like on many other sites before it, celebs post things about them. You can follow their activity and they can follow yours (even though this doesn't almost ever happen). Something like Twitter but with a private chat.

I wonder what famous people are doing right now (another thought not suitable for this hour) and starry-eyed just gives me the answers. God bless this site and may their server never fail.

I read again my conversation with whoever hides behind Elvis Presley's and Madonna's account. The fact that this site is kind of new makes it hard to distinguish the real accounts from the fake ones. Sometimes it's pretty obvious they're not the real deal and sometimes they fool you into thinking they are, until some magazine prints an interview with the celeb claiming they have no starry-eyed account. Great.

Well… I had my share of contact with faux accounts – they got me all dreamy. Most of them I owe to my best friend Daniel (the lovely jerk). He's a genius when it comes to computers and he developed a passion for creating fake celebs accounts on this site (just like I developed a passion for - well, him. But I shouldn't tell you about that just yet). He twists things and numbers so everyone would believe it's the real celeb! Must admit, got me fooled a number of times.

Just when I was reading posts of some local celeb (I live in such a small town that almost everyone here could be considered a local celebrity), I got an email announcing me that #ChuckBass replied to my post

#BlairW: "gosh! #ChuckBass is such a jerk! I've always dated jerks, I could easily handle him too. Come at me bro!" with

#ChuckBass: "Stop dreaming..."

Jerk! And this time, by jerk I mean whoever is behind this name, 'cause it's sure as hell not… well, not Chuck. *dreamyeyes*

So I replied with "suck it up, vampire.".

Few minutes later, another email popped. #ChuckBass replied to your post: "I'll take that as a compliment?".

'that a question or a statement? Eh, irrelevant. What's wrong with all these people enjoying to pretend they are a famous person? I wonder if it's Daniel. AGAIN. (I'm secretly hoping he is, though. Damn! No, I'm not. I am. I'M NOT! I get along so well with myself sometimes...)

#BlairW "Insomnia is actually a very dangerous disease that could easily get you killed. You should see a doctor"

Could it really? If it could, that's dangerous! I'll have to remember to check that one out.

#ChuckBass "I'm a vampire, I'm already dead. Get your facts straight"

Clever boy! But he's no Damon Salvatore so...

#BlairW "It's 5 am, my brain went numb, sorry"
#ChuckBass "I thinck that explains things."

Uhm, excuse me, little blood sucker?!

#BlairW "Honey-boo, I'm pretty sure the REAL Chuck would correctly spell think. Oh, and hello DANIEL"

Ha! Daniel did have the bad habit of misspelling random words. So the pieces of the puzzle were put together and all was fine and dandy in the world. The bastard hadn't replied in the following 10 minutes (gotcha, babe), so I turned off my computer and went to sleep. Well, I didn't really get much sleep, given the fact that I dreamt about huge ants with pink hats chasing me – heirup! Nope, not a great night.

Morning wasn't very great either. I woke up way too early because of my roommate. I swear, this girl has way too much energy for a human being – I think she's from Mars. That would explain things (oh, look, I was quotiong Daniel. Fascinating) I called my friend Georgina and spent almost 2 hours on the phone, while desperately trying to get our blog to look good.

Georgina lives about 700 km away. We've met on a blog we were both reading, we exchanged emails, then numbers, then secrets. After 3 years of this "online relationship" we got to see each other. From then on, we've spent summers together, travelling from her city to mine and doing all sort of crazy stuff. About two months ago, a brilliant idea popped into our minds while we were wasting our time on starry-eyed – we should start a celebrity blog! Well hell. Easy to say, freakin` hard to do.

Thanks to Daniel-the-lovely-jerk, we now have a blog. We posted a few things about us and some articles about teenage drama, but that's all. The whole point was to contact celebs via starry-eyed and other sites and ask them to give us interviews. We realize that's a little bit utopian, it's not like Nicole Sherzinger or Ryan Gossling would agree to talk to us, just like that. Be we thought hey, why not give it a try. We might have some fun while we're at it.

For starters, we interviewed some local celebrities. It wasn't much, we weren't extremely good at it (yet), but those two months of hard work got us some fans. I'm not even sure we can use the plural, but… well, we enjoyed the ride, you know.

Right after I posted an interview with a secretary from the hallway in Georgina's town, I got an email.

#ChuckBass replied to your post: "last time I checked, my name wasn't Daniel. Oh and btw (which means by the way) it's autocorrect."

Sure, cause autocorrect changes correct words into incorrect ones. Oh wait. It actually does.

#BlairW "Daniel, please. I'm not in the mood for one of your games. Call me"

#ChuckBass "I thinck you really don't get it, do you? And hate the game, not the player"

Oh, didn't you get the memo? It's "let's say random crap" night! Yeeey!

#BlairW "I'm incapable of such feelings, Daniel. It's not thinck, it's T-H-I-N-K. Think. Got it? That thing that you don't do – thinking. Did you have your English classes with a maid?"

#ChuckBass "Fun fact: I loved my English teacher. If you know what I mean *wink*"

Oh, holy Sun... The thought of him banging our 60 something years old teacher... fun fact indeed. Thumbs up.

#BlairW "whatever. Please check the blog, I can't change the font. Make it green."

#ChuckBass "Ergh…"

#BlairW "Oh, come on! Don't play idiot. Wait. You ARE an idiot. Idiot!"

#ChuckBass "That's a lot of idiot in one post."

#BlairW "Of course, I can't underestimate your level of idioticalness."

#ChuckBass "Is that even a word?"

#BlairW "It is now. I have to go, see you tonight at 6. xo"

#ChuckBass "No, wait. You don't understand. I don't thinck I'll be able to make it"

#BlairW "don't even think about it!"

#ChuckBass "But..."

Oh, good old Daniel. Giving me the chance to interrupt him even on the Internet. We're just meant to be. Oh, scratch that. That's not even a joke. I hate my numb brain at 5 am.

#SophieRay "Don't risk being killed in your sleep by an army of mutant bees. Be there you idiot"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how it all started. That's the turning point in my life. Turns out insomnia can really do some serious damage to your life. Even if it happens a single time. Because it's enough to get into dangerous conversations with strangers (which is strongly unadvised). I was unwillingly dragged in a game to which I did not know the rules. And boy, there were some nasty rules! But as someone extremely wise once said... Hate the game, not the player. And I lived by this life-messing inspirational quote. Because few months from that time, I was definitely not hating the player. Or players, to be more accurate.

I'm Blair Waldorf and this is my story. Prepare to be amazed.