Had a dream about Greg last night. Totally weird. In the dream, we decided to get married, in spite of the fact that he's engaged to Savannah. So we had this huge elaborate wedding that was really really rapidly put together and this giant reception and all our friends were there.
Matt was there, and he was really really bitter with Greg the whole time. Later in the dream, a bunch of our friends were over at our new house and Matt was sitting at the table just glaring at Greg and drinking heavily b/c he and Tiffany had broken up because she was moving to Africa. For some reason, Brian was not present and we kept asking where he was.
Then the dream totally shifts, and it's years later and Greg and I are still married. Joanne and Nick come over to the house to visit and decide to go driving in our red Mini Coop convertible. But they're gone FOREVER! and we're wondering if they're okay. Greg and I get into his box and go looking for them, but it dies, so we're basically just drifting along the big hilly streets of our neighborhood. Later we see them coming in from the main road, and Joanne tells us that they were gone for so long b/c Nick couldn't drive stick and they got stuck on the highway.
Woke up feeling a little disconcerted.
Psych studying is a pain. I don't understand classical conditioning tonight.
I'm also trying to write my misogyny story before tonight, but even if I do finish it, the rapidity in which it was created will promise something unworthy for reading. Maybe I should just write it anyway for my own health. Joe and I were talking about stories last night. His excitement at finishing his was incredibly motivational. Or depressing. I'm not sure yet.
In other news: Michael brought me the recent R.E.M. live collection to burn onto my computer. I've been listening to it all morning. I love R.E.M. so much. They're climbing up a little on Talking Heads, which I know some of my readers will gasp at as blasphemous. Live with it. "Bad Day", "Half a World Away". It's not "This Must Be the Place" or "Wild Wild Life", but come on, they ain't half bad. In the latest issue of Q, there's an article where Rufus Wainwright and Michael Stipe interview each other. Must sit in B&N and read when things slow down.
Must find out who the slender pixie cut girl is. I see her everywhere and it's distracting.
H.
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That Michael bastard, saving the goodies for himself! I turned the station's new CD cabinet inside out looking for the live REM and it was nowhere to be found.
Those are not remotely the best REM songs. I recommend the entire Murmur, Automatic for the People, Document, and New Adventures in Hi-Fi albums--the last is by far and away the sleeper hit of the REM catalog.
I still remember the day I got that album: I'd been thinking for a few days, for no reason at all, "I really want to listen to an REM album." So I went to the record store and bought New Adventures without having heard a note of it. And it was the most glorious thing.
I don't think they're their best songs. I just like them the most.
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