Mimosas, psychics and Venice

I have to tell you about my crazy, lovely day.

I have been wanting a sexy blazer, and I've been searching the web for hours trying to find the perfect one (even when I should be sleeping for work). I was willing to spend about $100 for a good quality one, and I found some at Bloomingdales and Urban. But I decided to check out Crossroads in Santa Monica first. Thank GOD I did.

I got:

1.) An Express blazer like the one Serena is wearing in the picture, but black.

2.) A looks-like-it-was-never-worn sexily professional DOLCE AND GABBANA blazer. I looked up the blazer online, and it's worth about $1300. I am NOT lying. I'm even tempted to re-sell it. But no, I deserve a D&G blazer. =)

3.) A BCBG Maxazria jacket

4.) A nice shirt from The Limited
5.) Another nice shirt from I don't know but it's cute

All for the price of what I would have paid for one blazer. What a deal.

Next...

Me without a nose. Haha- actually, this is my new haircut. Sorry for the excessive photo manipulation, I just learned how to take pictures on my webcam and I kinda went crazy. Hey, models are airbrushed all day! It was fun, but I don't understand why I always keep the pictures without my nose.

Today I got a haircut at Studio DNA in Santa Monica with Rosie. I heard about them from Yelp, and I was like... this is going to be expensive, but worth it! Right when I get in, they offer me a MIMOSA. And they had all kinds of food and candy and cakes and drinks. No kidding. They asked me to change into a robe so I wouldn't damage my clothes. It turns out, Rosie is a hair dresser for editorials in magazines- she does models' hair! No wonder she was expensive. I love what she did with my hair. I left a little tipsy- I have to say, I've never drank and got my hair cut at the same time.

After that amazing hair cut experience of my life, I went down to Venice, home of Venice Beach (about 5 minutes from my house). There's a cool, lively street there that I drove past and wanted to visit- Abbott Kinney Street. It's much less crowded than the 3rd St. Promenade, and it's a very chill scene to hang out in.

If you didn't know, I'm a very spiritual person and I like to read books on the topic. I really do find pushing the sand around with a rake to be really peaceful. Anyway, there was this bookstore on this street that had spiritual books, trinkets, elements, candles and such that I passed by and wanted to visit. They had "spiritual/life coaches" (I had no idea what that was at that point), and I had a very pressing spiritual question, so I decided to go for it. The woman who I met with was a psychic! She was not like HELLO I AM CLEO kinda person, she was very wonderful and down to earth. She said some amazing things to me, and I'm still astounded. I love it!

I ended my trip with a visit to an Indian food truck. On that street, they have gourmet trucks.

Amazing, huh?

to susan

Omg susan. You scared the crap out of me I didn't even see your comments. I swear, I feel like I'm writing to no one all the time!

I'll update later when I have more energy. =)

Twilight premiere: I'm not giving up yet!

If you know me at all, you know I am embarassingly in love with the Twilight series. I will marry Robert Pattison at the drop of a hat. My expectations in men have become completely unrealistic thanks to Edward Cullen. And, if you keep track of pop culture at all, or even watch TV, you should know the movie comes out on November 20th. And, if you happen to have insider information, you'd know that the premiere for New Moon is on November 16th at so and so theater and press gets in at 3, red carpet starts at 5, and the movie starts at 7.

So... my first step was to try to contact Twilight's PR person to get press credentials. She was really nice and apologetic, but she said that it's full and over capacity. Damn! I should have contacted her earlier, I just didn't know her info yet. By then, it was too late. Imagine that. So I e-mailed her and told her to let me know if an opening came up. And she said she definitely would.

Ew. Basically, it was a monumental fail! I am NOT giving up though. I mean, come on, Twilight?! Move out the way people!

My next plan of attack is to go to the premiere, and try to talk to the person letting press in. I'm going to say something along the lines of "Hi, I'm Mona Lisa from LCO, I actually spoke with ______ about doing a review, and she said that she would let me in if any room opened up. It's just me, and I would love to do the review for the company newsletter that reaches many influencers, including 100 Academy Award Winners and 6 U.S. Senators. Would it be possible for me to secure a seat at this point if someone hasn't shown up?" They have to let me in! It's for the good of the people!!

Oh, please, please, please let that work. And please, let me have enough courage to SAY THAT and own it. Hi, Wizard of Oz, can I order some courage? If that doesn't work, I better get a peek at the red carpet arrivals. Even if it's just Dakota Fanning. Hey, at least I would have tried! And if I do get in, I might just faint.

Last week, I didn't mention to you guys that I went to my first photo shoot. No, not my photo shoot, I'm not famous (yet)! Haha, but anyway, it was pretty freakin hot and I was holding this umbrella over a camcorder for hella days and I thought I was going to melt in my all black clothes. It was pretty fun seeing everything happen and be a part of it all. It was weird because as the talent was doing the shoot, she was also talking and being interviewed. She'd pause and have this huge smile out of NOWHERE and it looked so incredibly creepy and fake, you don't even know.

I decided that while I'm in LA and in the entertainment business, I might as well take a shot at acting. I'm going to take an acting class with Lauren. Fun! Maybe I can make some side money.

The week is coming to an end.... and my evaluation meeting is coming up. AHHH! Wish me luck!

If I don't get the position, my next goal is to work for the Twilight PR firm. Hell, yes.

Down, but not out

I'm back! Sorry for the temporary hiatus, things got a little crazy... here's an update.

I'm recovering from this cold I got from going to Angel's Camp this weekend. I was supposed to go to Vegas with my family, but Maya ended up getting swine flu and I took my siblings up North to this western town instead and we went gold panning. It was cute... but not exactly Hollywood glam. Let's just say that I was pretty freakin happy to land back at LAX. It was like a breath of fresh air that I didn't even know I missed.

Being back in the bay area this weekend was depressing. I don't know why. It didn't feel comfortable and freeing, it felt claustrophobic. My anxiety came back there. Doubt crept up on me. For now, I'm going to stay away... I think that's the only way I can be my own person and keep my sanity.

This cold has me down, and I was sent home from work today since it wouldn' t help our cause to get the whole office sick. I hope that doesn't affect my final evaluation- this week, I'm going to be told whether or not they can afford to bring me on as a publicist. I'm REALLY scared. I know that they want me there, so it's just a matter of whether or not we have enough clients. I promise to keep you updated either way.

Another reason I haven't been writing is cause work has me a little confused. My supervisor who was so excited to bring me on and bring me to all the meetings, etc. turned a cold shoulder on me OUT OF NOWHERE. Like, he completely started to ignore me. And I was so confused, and questioning whether or not he wanted me there anymore, and ugh. I don't even know what to think! I had a meeting with him the other day, and he says he has been busy and he wants to bring me on.

So basically, what's happening is, I was hit with the reality of the real world as I slowly came back down from this temporary flight of insanity I had when I just took off and left my home and life in the bay area. And I started to question myself and what the fuck am I DOING here? This way of thinking is what made me stop writing.

But I'm done with this questioning and doubting and negativity. Fuck that. Because I did not come out here to doubt myself.

Now, my crazy ass impulsive decision is grounded. Now, I am going to come at this with not only my heart and impulses, but my head and positivity. And THAT is how I am going to become the best damn publicist in Hollywood.

So, here is my game plan:

1.) Adapt to LA: Find a hair salon, nail salon, permanent main grocery store (Hello, Vons, bye-bye Safeway), favorite mall, favorite coffee shop/hang out spot, move theater, start buying furniture and home accents, keep working out (it's good for my sanity), take a dance/kickboxing/yoga class. Goal: Make this place home.

2.) Keep kicking ass at my internship. Take it one day at a time. I'm doing very, very well and should not doubt myself, regardless of my supervisor's actions. Observe, learn, analyze, conquer!


3.) Take some time to relax at least once a week, because I need my immune system to be up.

4.) Keep writing.

That's all for now, I need to sleep and recover. Good night!

Blog help. Please.

Does anyone know how to fix up a blog really well? I'm getting bored with the way mine looks. Please, please help if you can! And, can someone try to comment on this? It says ANYONE can comment but does that mean non-users?! OMG. I'm so technologically retarded.

Traffic and Tits

Los Angeles- I love you, but DAMN.

It took me half an hour to drive a block and a half. A small block- one with only an Office Depot and a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on it. I finally turned around and decided to backtrack to a different freeway entrance. Of course, I got lost! And I somehow ended up on Rodeo Drive. Haha, wow, only in Beverly Hills right? Altogether, it took me 2 hours to drive 12 dinky miles. It wasn't even the freeway's fault- it was the roads'. I finally just started driving like a maniac and screaming like a mad man. Do you do that sometimes? Probably not. It must be the pollution.

ANYWAYS! Today, I met my first big client. It was crazy- he sang his famous song right there in our office, and signed a bunch of CDs for us. It was cool.

I realized something new this week. Being in Beverly Hills really takes a toll on a girl's confidence. No matter how cute I think I am that day, well... there's a gorgeous celebrity around the corner, so it doesn't matter. Because, it's just normal talk to hear a co-worker say "oh, I saw Megan Fox today." Wow. And if I'm thinking, "oh, I like my outfit today." Well, honey, it's not all brand name designer, so you fail. And if it is, it's probably not couture, I mean Louis Vuitton didn't have that on the runway tailored to your size, so its not good enough. Ouch! You just gotta strut like you own the place, no matter who you're wearing- it's the only way to preserve an ounce of confidence in this place.

I think my next door neighbor is a porno star or something. She has gigantic boobs (which I'm sure are fake) that were hard not to stare at because her shirt was so low. They were amazing. Even if she's not a porno star, she must do something that has to do with huge tits. Honestly. If I had those, I would too.

I guess that's what you do in LA- find something to make yourself stand out. Boobs, designer labels, botox, whatever. And yes, hella people have botox here. And they walk their dogs everywhere, outfit and all. Cute, poor little things.

I noticed that everyone has a BMW, a Mercedes, an Audi, a Jaguar, or a Lexus. I'm not even lying. And a lot of them are tinted. I'm ALWAYS looking in them to see if I can spot someone. Haha! I'm so embarassing. I think I might have seen Kristin Stewart today, but I might just be making that up. If it was her, she had some shades on. I always drive by Fox Studios on my way home, and I always see NICE ass cars coming out of there. Of course, I'm looking in there super hard too. But, still no sure celeb sighting yet!

I'll keep you updated.

Temporary Insanity

I have to confess- I went shopping and could not control myself. Honestly, I have to claim temporary insanity, because a monster took over me. It's horrible- I don't even have an income yet. What the hell is it about shopping? It is the second best natural high.

The malls here are amazing. I don't even feel right about calling it a mall. It's more like a shopping experience. The Westfield mall here (not even a good ass mall, considering The Grove) is amazing- it has absolutely everything I need in it. Groceries, clothes, shoes, eye brow threaders, Filipino food, normal food, tapioca drinks, manicurists, Target, Best Buy, Old Navy, H&M, XXI (which is apparently the new Forever 21, but WAY neater and actually has cute stuff), Up Against the Wall, Mac, Aldo, Red Ribbon, BORDERS, Victoria's Secret, I mean... I could go on forever. They just need an Urban Outfitters- then, maybe I'll never leave. And it looks cool- it's three floors, but the way it's layered makes it look huge and bright, not narrow and mall-ish. By the way, I've only seen one floor- I'll probably add to the list after I check out the other floors.

I tried eyebrow threading today. They had like 60 different kinds of eyebrows you could have. Hella serious, huh? I really didn't even know that was possible. I finally chose the "medium width, soft angle, 2 1/4."

Someone made fun of me for saying "hella." Tell me this- what the hell do people say in replace of hella? "Heck of?" That's ugly. "Really?" That doesn't work.

Today, I was going to buy this cute ass shirt and had it on hold. Then, someone put it back in the ginormous store. And I asked them where it was, and no one even helped me. Rude! The shopping monster inside of me wanted to rip the person apart. I'm crazy, I know.

Speaking of crazy, I want to tell you about my roomate's old roomate. She straight up left her and abandoned the rent, even though they signed a lease together. But before this, she was just plain weird. She drank all her salsa, all her ketchup, and ate everything else in the house, like pasta (raw!). And she hid a bunch of pizza boxes in her closet. And she didn't even shower after she worked out. So the whole place smelled like horrible BO. And when she up and left, she didn't even bring her stuff! She straight up left all her crap here. Yikes, what a basket case.

I met one of my neighbors today- he's a sailor. Really, a sailor! I guess that makes sense because my backyard is a marina. I've never been sailing, so he said I should come one time. Don't worry, if I do, I'll bring Lauren. I can never get enough adventures in this place.

I'm starting to think about what my part time salary should be. I have no idea! I'm such a noob at these things. I don't want to underprice myself, but I don't want to overprice either. And I'm horrified at bargaining, but I learned in college that everyone needs to. Scary. I guess it should at least cover my rent, and food, and gas. Or is that too much for part time? Argh! Being an adult is hard.

a plethora of parties

I was going to order some Thai food to go and watch Gossip Girl all night, but Lauren told me there was free food in my apartment's massive library for a Halloween party. She didn't go with me because she dog sits for the rich and famous (or at least rich), and has an over night stay this weekend. (She's always spotting famous people- I'll be super excited when I see one!)

I was like, I bet it's just finger foods, it's only an apartment complex. I'll check it out, then go get Thai food. Wrong!

I walk into the library, and there's an actual party in full swing. There was a DJ, strobe lights, decorations, people actually dancing, and food. And not just some finger food on a plate thing. There were butlers serving the food on to your plate from extravagant platters that were constantly getting filled. Outside, people were swimming in the huge, heated, lit up pool over looking the Marina, while the tall tower lookout was decorated with twinkling lights. I guess even apartment complexes know how to throw a party.

The thing about LA is that there is never a shortage of parties. Even when you're not looking for one.

Once again, for two Fridays in a row, I was alone at a party. After being at LA Fashion week by myself, this was nothing. I went right back up to my studio with lots of yummy, free food.

I should have grabbed drinks with my co-workers. (I didn't cause my grandparents are visiting tonight.)

I'll go finish my Gossip Girl marathon.

Send me on an adventure.

Today, I had a few firsts. Look at the picture to the right. That's me with my coolest relative by far, Uncle Nesto (Ness). We drove out here together- he's been chillin with friends, and I've been on my insane career mission. We haven't seen each other much because we lived in different places. Anyway, knowing he was in the area was nice. He's leaving today and taking the Greyhound back to the Bay Area. I can't even begin to explain how sad that makes me feel! We came here together, and now... I'm really going to be all alone. *tear*

1.) First time: I ate at a Jewish/kosher place. Well, at least that's what I think it was. Apparently, Beverly Hills and Hollywood has a lot of Jewish people. It's their Daly City. I had no idea before today. At the restaurant, they had falafels and hella flavorful spices in their food. That's where we took that picture, I think it's called Meatley's or something. I had a swharmama or whatever the hell it's called. And a nomcha. I think I just slaughtered those names, so sorry if you are Jewish.

2.) First time: I slept on an air bed. I don't think I mentioned this, but I have been sleeping on the floor ever since I got here. It sucked. So Ness left me his air bed. And did you know, it has this power charger air blower thing?! It blew up crazily fast. Hella cool, huh?

On the work front, today I was sooo sleepy! The meteor shower was definitely worth it though.

My boss asked me to start thinking about what I want to do long term in PR. Dancers? Singers? Actors? Bands? I think I'm leaning towards authors and actors. What would you do?

Last night, I talked to one of my ultimate favorite people in the planet. It was like a breath of fresh air that I didn't even know I was missing. I'm so lucky to have such good friends.

Oh, if you have any ideas or tips about anything at all in my life/career/adventures here, or something you want me to do, eat, or check out and review, or anything, tell me! I'll do it, take your advice, whatever, then write about it. Send me on an adventure!

Maybe I'll to sneak into New Moon and the red carpet. Or try to meet Colbie Caillat at her concert at House of Blues next week. Or go to that Justin Timberlake thing next week where he's accepting this award. Hollywood is my playground.

METEOR SHOWER ALERT!

I know I said I was going to sleep, but Lauren told me there was going to be a meteor shower from 1-4 am, so we checked it out. I think it's going to be going on for the next couple of nights, so definitely check it out if you haven't yet!

It was beautiful. We walked out to the private Marina and lied down on the floor just watching the stars go by and talking about our crazy ass lives and how we're really in freakin Los Angeles, in a beautiful place, on a beautiful night, watching shooting stars by the water. And yes, I made wishes! It's like a permanent vacation here.

I really need to sleep.

Random crazy true horoscope-
Today's Virgo Horoscope: You don't have to try all that hard to impress others as daring -- your whole personality is striving to do big things and take risks others might shy away from. It's a good time to take big steps.

the only way you can find your way is to get lost first.

A lot of people have asked me what public relations is... so just to clarify:

1. We make people famous.
2. We make famous people stay famous and in the news.
.... by getting them publicity, and getting them on tv, radio, magazines, newspapers, online, etc.

.... and we get cool ass perks, like meeting celebs, being backstage at concerts, shows, and live tapings, getting in to events in hollywood, going on annual company retreats to cancun, and flying out to see our clients and do publicity for them in fun places on occasion.

I know it's vague, but you get the picture. Anyway, if you want to know more, please ask because I'll talk about it all day and tell you why PR is awesome.

Anyways, I must tell you about my boss! Okay, he is successful, helpful, etc., and I can't say anything negative about him. And he knows it! It's so amazing, I feel like I'm right in the middle of the Devil Wears Prada. He is honestly the most intimidating man I know, and seriously... people are afraid of him. It's like, yes sir, I will absolutely shine your shoe! Lol. Look up Michael Levi___ne. Take away the ___ though. I did that so they wouldn't find my blog if they looked up his name (they have alerts about these things!)

Good news regarding my search for success! They are definitely trying to take me on part time in one month (insert applause here), and from there, bring me on full time!! Isn't that hella crazy?! I'm interning for a publicist right now, but they're trying to replace me so I can intern for the executive vice president. Hella crazy, hmm?

I'm staying at Marina del Rey still with Lauren, but I might get a studio of my own here this weekend. It's $1300, which is CHEAP for this area. I know right?!?! Hella expensive. Hopefully they pay me well! That's like a freakin mortgage in Sacramento. But I'd never settle in Sacramento, ew.

You know, I'm lost like every freakin' day here. I had like, 2 days in a row where I wasn't lost and I was so proud. And then today, I drove for like half an hour in this huge ass circle trying to find a damn grocery store. Then I ended up in the same grocery store that I saw in the first place that I thought was too far. I swear, this place is not at ALL like the bay area in terms of finding your way around.

But, like my title says, you can only find your way if you get lost first. In life, with directions, in everything. If you're never lost to begin with, you will never find your way. So, please, take my advice people... GET LOST. And then, when you find your way (and you WILL find your way), you'll have found yourself. The norm is too boring, don't be that- life is too short and full of opportunity if you just look for it.

That's all for tonight, it's hella late considering I have work at 9. Good night best friends, loves, and random people who are reading this. You are all loved.

60 hour work week?

short post... i have to sleep, work at 9.

I worked 12 hours today! And I got a hell of a lot done. At night, the office does this mini concert with air guitars and air drums and basically lets loose. After getting over my initial shock, it was pretty fun! But wow, today was a long day. I got a lot done and scored some good things for my clients. I'm also residing now in Marina del Rey- it's lovely here! k good night =)

Bay Area girl in LA

This weekend was nice, but it went by very quickly. I won't bore you with too many details, just know that I checked out Redondo Beach, Marina del Rey, the Torrance library, West Hollywood, The Grove and the Farmer's Market. I learned a few things:

1. You must look good everywhere. (Really nice fancy flats are fine too. Heels are an added bonus. Extra bonus points for designer heels.)
2. Always carry cash, chances are, you will have to pay for parking or valet somewhere. (Mandatory Cheesecake Factory valet! I'm not even lying!)
3. Just because it's fall doesn't mean it's cold.
4. Absolutely no flip flops in the mall. Refer to number 1.
5. Always keep a spare blanket/bikini in the car for spontaneous beach trips.
6. I'm a true beach girl and will never be a downtown city girl. Sorry West Hollywood and The Grove. I'll just visit, but never live there. Tall buildings shading everything in sight, crowded streets, minimum visibility... oh, just show me the damn water already and I'll be at peace.
7. Drive like you are in a war zone and everyone is your enemy. Also, do not keep a gap between you and the car in front of you. What do you think this is, 880?!
8. Dress and act like you are rich, famous and fabulous. Even if you're not. Thugs do it too. So get with the program already, this ain't the Bay!
9. Pinkberry really is yummy.

I hope that was amusing. =)

Anyways, I am on a quest for a place to live at the moment. My new wonderful friend Lauren is letting me stay at her place this month. But come Nov. 1... I need to have a place! I've ruled out everything not on the coastline...what can I say, it's the Alameda in me.

fondue and fashion

Quick update.

Today, oct. 16: AWESOME NEWS. Out of thousands of interns, I was picked to be promoted within three days. Three! They said they really like my drive and motivation and that I impressed them, so theyre giving me a month as an intern, then planning on taking me on part time if all goes well(keep your fingers crossed). i met with ML(ceo) today and he said hes heard good things about me. he also made me get him a pen. freakin the shit they say about celebrities is true. but anyway, hell yes!! how exciting! also, i wrote my first pitch yesterday and the feedback: it was great! im excited for any hits on it. i also made phone pitches today but got no one to cover the talent. i will keep trying! by the way, i absolutely love many of my coworkers so it helps a lot!

tonight: just got back from LA fashion week wrap party at boulevard3. my first fashion show- amazing to see in person. the models are so crazily skinny i wanted to feed them. pretty clothes. amazing venue, but i was basically alone so it wasnt as fun as it could have been. we were supposed to go to the red carpet event to represent our client, but she was in a different country or some random thing and bailed. so my coworker left me to my own devices alone in a damn club/bar/lounge/fashion show. it was kind of awkward being alone, wandering around, and having awkward conversation. and i was so tempted to drink. but im smarter than that so i stayed awkward.
meanwhile, i get hit on by some drunk producer/CEO guy as im eating the free fondue and free tacos. i told him i was a publicist, and he said something about publicizing gold. maybe i can make him a client, hes rich as hell. i didnt drink, but with the right company, i would have, and it would have been way funner. i wish i could import people to LA. being alone in an atmosphere like that has its perks- namely, i got in free, went to the VIP section, and roamed free. but i hope never to have to do that again, unless its for work.
also, i was introduced to this girl leah from the real world paris. not really interesting, im not a fan of the real world. but what IS interesting is the damn ridiculous-ness of hollywood and the people in it. it looks like how it does on tv. whoever said tv isnt ever an honest portrayal hasnt been to hollywood. well, one thing i know: i will profit from this mess of egos and famous people- they can afford it.

Party in the USA

My CRAZY ASS WEEK!

Oct. 8, 12:38 pm- On a whim, I applied to be a PR intern for a top PR firm in Beverly Hills on CraigsList.
Oct. 8, around 3 pm-I called and asked if they got the chance to look over my resume and cover letter. They asked me to come in the next day for an interview.
Oct. 8, around 8 pm- I leave Dublin on my way to LA, solo.
Oct. 9, noon- Interview
Oct. 9, 7 pm- HELL YES, I got the internship!!
Oct. 10, 7 am- Back home to Dublin...
Oct. 12, 4 pm- I said my goodbyes, packed all of my stuff, and left for LA
Oct. 13, 9 am- Day one: I observed them work with famous clientele, then was assigned a Billboard pop star for a client. Sorry, no names, I signed a confidentiality agreement! (Hint for one client: I can't believe Michael Buble beat us for the number one spot on the Billboard chart!)
Oct. 15, 9 am- Day two: I wrote my first pitch for the client, did media research on fashion and celeb blogs, and was told I was the best intern the office has seen for awhile. Tomorrow's agenda: phone pitches to represent two clients.

Within one week, my life has completely changed. Sometimes, you just can't predict life. And you just gotta take those opportunities and run with them.

This blog will follow me through to my eventual success in entertainment PR in Hollywood. Yes, eventual success. I'm gonna show this damn town just what I'm made of. I'm excited as hell. And a part of me doesn't know what the hell I just did. We'll see.

Next step: find a place!! I'm staying in Carson, CA, 20 miles from Beverly Hills. Which translates to... an hour and a half because traffic is insane. I think I'm moving to Marina del Rey.

Also... try to go to the premiere of New Moon. Maybe my hookup will be strong. I'm crossing my fingers.

I'll keep updating.

By the way, I'm slappin' Miley's Party in the USA... it's so fitting!

I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan
welcome to the land of fame excess,
am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
My tummys turnin and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on

CHORUS:So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin’ my head like yea
Movin my hips like yea
I got my hands up,
They’re playin my song
I know im gonna be ok
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Yea, It's a party in the USA