All I remember from my dream last night is that I hit on a guy in a restaurant bathroom. He totally rejected me and I tried to save face by saying that I only hit on him because I was drunk (which I was in the dream).
This reminds me of a dream I never want to forget:
I was sitting on the patio at Pizza Perfect (as I used to do weekly with Nathan). This was during the time when gas prices were at their most astronomical. I looked across the street and the gas price was $5.49, but I saw that in military time (ok, as in I saw 17.49, but I automatically subtracted 12 dollars from the price - cuz in that world prices worked like military time).
Tower Records in closing and so I got three CDs for 50% off yesterday and forgot I bought them until a couple minutes ago. I bought some albums I already wanted (Tye Tribbett and Israel) and decided to take a chance on a Nashville choir. They've got an ok sound (alot more in tune than MANY other popular choirs), but the sound is STRAIGHT old school (like mid- 90s). It's cool to do that, but I think a choir should have a versatile sound (and they sound like their director doesn't step out of the mid 90s box). But like any album I criticize, I might just grow to love this album lol.
30 November 2006
20 November 2006
tartuffe is not worth my thursdays
I've decided to take a different direction with my blog and make it into a chronicle of what I can remember of the dreams I had the night before.
Two things I remember about this one:
1) Jill and MacKenzie are girls who I know in real life, but in this dream they were girls I didn't know that just had the faces of Jill and MacKenzie. I was ordering something and turned to see them looking at me, followed by suggestive smiling and giggling to each other. So, of course, I put my "I'm sexy" drive in full speed lol. That's all I remember of that.
2) A girl (who doesn't actually exist) was in my voice studio class (in a room that looks more like the University of Michigan than Blair) was singing one of my Poulenc pieces from this semester (C'est ainsi que tu es). The top of her voice in the song was immaculate (and I woke up before I could tell her that) but she was being kind of inward about her singing when Retzlaff told her to buck up.
She immediately started overdramatizing and all I really remember is her straddling the guy beside Dr. Retzlaff, caressing his face to the line (voila c'est ton portait c'est ainsi que tu es).
Two things I remember about this one:
1) Jill and MacKenzie are girls who I know in real life, but in this dream they were girls I didn't know that just had the faces of Jill and MacKenzie. I was ordering something and turned to see them looking at me, followed by suggestive smiling and giggling to each other. So, of course, I put my "I'm sexy" drive in full speed lol. That's all I remember of that.
2) A girl (who doesn't actually exist) was in my voice studio class (in a room that looks more like the University of Michigan than Blair) was singing one of my Poulenc pieces from this semester (C'est ainsi que tu es). The top of her voice in the song was immaculate (and I woke up before I could tell her that) but she was being kind of inward about her singing when Retzlaff told her to buck up.
She immediately started overdramatizing and all I really remember is her straddling the guy beside Dr. Retzlaff, caressing his face to the line (voila c'est ton portait c'est ainsi que tu es).
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