Dorota!

You wake up and somehow, your suburban house is an Upper East Side penthouse. You walk downstairs in your silk bathrobe (big t-shirt and same sweatpants you've worn to bed for three nights) and sit, awaiting your maid to make you breakfast. When no one does, you exasperatedly get up and make it yourself. Don't they know how hard it is to be you? You can never find good help these days.

You get dressed in your uniform, even though your school doesn't have a uniform, and make your way to a school filled with Manhattan's elite. Manhattan's elite are acting a lot like normal kids, and no one else is wearing a uniform. And no one wants to go sit on the steps of the MET with you for lunch, because the MET is hours away from your school. Whatever.

You go home and call up your fabulous best friend to see if she wants to go get drinks at the hotel bar. She asks what you're talking about, that you could never get into a bar, and if you need her to call someone for you. She's probably just having another one of her episodes, but you wouldn't want to see her get sent back to that boarding school in Connecticut. That would suck.

Well, if she's not down, you could call the guy you've been on and off with for a while. I mean, it is his family's hotel, he could probably pull some strings and get you in. You call him, and call him, and call him, and he doesn't answer. Ugh, this is exactly why you're on and off. Three little words- answer the phone!

So, no big plans for tonight. Whatever, it's fine, you'll just spend a relaxing night in with champagne and caviar brought to you by your maid while you relax in a bubble bath.

Or, you'll just spend another night in bed with good ol' Ben and Jerry's, your laptop, and the next season of Gossip Girl on Netflix per usual.