I had three seperate or three sizable pieces of the same dream that I could easily remember this morning. These all had to do with my marriage :

Part One: I'm riding in a car with my friends from high school. We are driving down W. Michigan Ave. in Kalamazoo. Passengers include myself, Sarah Avril, Tara Rossi, and Alex McDonough. We were celebrating by going out to dinner. The funny thing about this is that while both Sarah and Tara were my friends in high school--Alex was not. Alex just lived down the block from me. He dropped off of my friendship radar around the fifth or sixth grade for several reasons. We had changed schools from one that was a few blocks walking distance around the third grade to one that we were bussed to. Different classrooms, his participation in sports, fostering of different friendships... etc. I don't think I even remember talking to him once in high school. My mother told me, just a few months ago, that he always had problems with school. I don't think I ever knew that.

Part Two: Allison and I are trying to write our vows. We're in a bathroom that doesn't exist in my parents house--due to renovations. We're looking through old picture books through a mirror that plays them like movies. The mirror is this old ugly wooden medicine cabinet that my parents used to own. Most of the movie/pictures revolve around my hairstyles, which according to this dream included Braveheart-esque long flowing locks, and short, curly, black coils with bleached blonde portions. Trust me when I say that neither of these two styles ever happened.

Part Three: My parents and I are trying to get ready for the wedding ceremony. Miles R. is there. He is quizzing my father on the Ouiji board. I distincly remember him using the phrase "vibrationally directed divining rod." He looks really good, but his hair is still in its usual fucked up style. We are eating pasta which is spattering all over my suit. We're also watching PBS, an animated version of the Two Towers, which is also being played-out, live action, around us. Kate Winslet is one of the evil characters and she's interrogating Flash (this guy that used to work with Allison's at the Epic Bistro--he has uncanny resemblence to Elijah Wood. We're all holding huge lances and spears with flags and tapestries hanging from them. I need to get going to the wedding. I can feel I need to leave. My statement is, of course: "It sucks that PBS doesn't have commercials."

It's funny to me how Simon apologized on his weblog about bitching about work. For me, if I can't bitch about work... I am not living!!

Honestly, I hope that it isn't always this way.

Today at work was pretty mundane. Actually it was a pretty easy and hassle free day.
My boss was pretty chill, customers weren't as annoying as usual, (even though the usual suspects were abound), and there was enough work to keep me busy, but not make the day hectic. The last hour dragged on a bit, but overall days like today are alright with me.

Allison has been going e-bay crazy... with selling things that is. Which, in the long run, is alright with me because it is reducing a lot of clutter around the house. Magazines. Gone. Shoes, that while really HOT, don't fit. Gone. Etc.

Now it's my turn. I've got a lot of "collectable" CDs that I haven't listened to in ages that I know if I don't sell soon, no one is going to have any interest in. Things I don't listen to, things that I only listen to once in a blue-moon... etc.
(Do people still care about Jeremy Enigk or the Simple Machines label or are they still interested in limited copies of colored Stereolab vinyl?)

While I've always prided myself on having such a large and diverse collection of music... it's getting to an unmanageable state. I'm a completist by nature. I can live and die by an artists discography.
It's time to let go.
Goodbye Catherine Wheel singles.
Goodbye ex-member of Hoover side project band.
Goodbye two-thirds of the Superchunk discography.

I wonder how many years it will be before I'm searching out those Superchunk albums again.

(SEE! That's exactly the kind of thinking that's going to end up killing me!)

Which VW Are You?

by Auto Glass America

it's been exactly one week since i last posted...
and in that time i've buried a friend and feel that i've probably alienated quite a few that are still living.

thanks to those of you who *have* been understanding and supportive. i appreciate it. especially the ones that just let me be.


but, the long and short of it is:
the hermit in me leads me to not do things. to not explain my no shows or even worse, come up with really lame excuses...
but trust me, it's never personal.
and when i'm depressed, my tendencies to duck the world is even greater.
i don't mean to ignore people, or worse make them think i'm actually actively dodging them for any other reason than wanting to be alone.
and sometimes, i really just need to be left alone.
so with that being said. i return to the world.

after saturday morning's funeral, and realizing that it probably wasn't healthy for me to spend an entire weekend inside the house and moping... allison and i decided that there was no better thing to do than to pretend to spend money!

so, we went and registered for wedding gifts we hope for and a lot we could really use...
it's almost like when i used to circle toys in the JC Penny catalog when i was ten, but i never needed any of those things.
(and usually i would receive the most practical ones... funny how those are the things i want now!!)

we drove to the detroit area and went to Crate and Barrel and to Marshall Fields. (seeing how there is absolutely no selection of anything at the Marshall Fields here in Kalamazoo.)
we also visited with allison's parents, got a couple of things repaired on the Saab and went to one of our former favorite mexican resturants in Pontiac. my parents are coming out to kalamazoo this weekend, i'm also planning on going to the black heart procession on friday.

hopefully i'll see some of you around!