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Sunday night
May. 3rd, 2004 12:56 amAm I the only one that finds Evanescence to be the most overrated band in the history of bands? I kept hearing people talk about how great they are, so I started listening for their songs and couldn't believe it when I figured out who it was. It's not really like I think it's ear-piercing or screeching noise--it's just so completely unspecial that it makes my ears want to fall off my head to think of someone really liking it. But I guess that's what makes the world go round.. different opinions and all that.
I had a dream the other night that I keep thinking about, and it's completely stupid. First of all, in the dream, a particular person from my past life (high school thing) has decided that they (him and his wife) suddenly want to be pursue a friendship with M and me, so they call and invite us over for dinner. This, just so you know, is an extremely unlikely occurence. Pretty much the only thing I can think of that would be even more unlikely is that we would actually go to this dinner--yet, in the dream, that's just what we did. That's not the part that's stuck in my head, though--that was just an oddity caused by a couple of different things that had been discussed lately--you know how dreams are often taken from random worthless conversations. I just can't get over the fact that they made garlic-cinnamon chicken. Seriously, it's bothering me. I'll just be sitting around and suddenly, I'll have a flashback of chicken breast, liberally coated with garlic powder and cinnnamon. It makes me want to gag--but I still can't figure out where the cinnamon comes from. Garlic, sure. But cinnamon? That's not normal! Or tasty!
Anyway. Other than my ongoing battle with craziness, nothing much else is new. I'm greatly enjoying my new books. I've been holding off on reading the books I ordered online for my birthday so M can wrap them up, but he hasn't been able to keep me out of the used books I picked out for the majority of the present. I've felt very bookish lately. I guess I'm always kind of bookish, but I read less than usual this winter, what with gigantic projects that suck out my very soul (ha! just indulgin' my flair for melodrama a tad.) and all. I cleaned the house a little bit this weekend, and I've spent a little more time than normal with my shuttles, which I've been enjoying. Quite boring around here, actually, which I have to say is rather nice.
I'm finding myself looking rather forward to this week, which is always a good thing. It usually means that I can get something done instead of feeling apathetic. At the very least, I think my restlessness and moodiness is gone--I hope it stays that way. :)
I had a dream the other night that I keep thinking about, and it's completely stupid. First of all, in the dream, a particular person from my past life (high school thing) has decided that they (him and his wife) suddenly want to be pursue a friendship with M and me, so they call and invite us over for dinner. This, just so you know, is an extremely unlikely occurence. Pretty much the only thing I can think of that would be even more unlikely is that we would actually go to this dinner--yet, in the dream, that's just what we did. That's not the part that's stuck in my head, though--that was just an oddity caused by a couple of different things that had been discussed lately--you know how dreams are often taken from random worthless conversations. I just can't get over the fact that they made garlic-cinnamon chicken. Seriously, it's bothering me. I'll just be sitting around and suddenly, I'll have a flashback of chicken breast, liberally coated with garlic powder and cinnnamon. It makes me want to gag--but I still can't figure out where the cinnamon comes from. Garlic, sure. But cinnamon? That's not normal! Or tasty!
Anyway. Other than my ongoing battle with craziness, nothing much else is new. I'm greatly enjoying my new books. I've been holding off on reading the books I ordered online for my birthday so M can wrap them up, but he hasn't been able to keep me out of the used books I picked out for the majority of the present. I've felt very bookish lately. I guess I'm always kind of bookish, but I read less than usual this winter, what with gigantic projects that suck out my very soul (ha! just indulgin' my flair for melodrama a tad.) and all. I cleaned the house a little bit this weekend, and I've spent a little more time than normal with my shuttles, which I've been enjoying. Quite boring around here, actually, which I have to say is rather nice.
I'm finding myself looking rather forward to this week, which is always a good thing. It usually means that I can get something done instead of feeling apathetic. At the very least, I think my restlessness and moodiness is gone--I hope it stays that way. :)
