Right-o, time for the thoughtful post from Tree...
During lunch, I was thinking about
something, which made me think about Giant Burger. Giant Burger
is a hamburger place by my house that's been around since... the
'50s? Well, it's old. It's still got the whole diner-type
feel to it. And while I was thinking about Giant Burger, it
occurred to me that I want my first date to be old-fashioned. I
don't want to go to a fancy restaurant or go to a movie theater.
I want to go to an old diner and then go to a drive-in movie.
What makes me sad is that drive-ins are so rare now. The only one
I know of is in Wilsonville, and by the time I'm likely to get a date,
I'll probably be in college and living in another state. Maybe
I'll just have to settle for a drive up some big hill to look at the
stars. *sigh*
"What One Man Can Do" (by John Denver) always makes me think of the Harry Potter
universe... Some parts, it seems like Harry would be talking
about Sirius and some parts seem like Ron or Hermione would be singing
about Harry.
"Ever Fallen in Love" (from the Shrek 2 soundtrack) fits Luke and Mara well. Really well.
Isn't it weird how you
automatically associate certain things/people/feelingshatnot with
certain other things/people/feelings/whatnot? Sometimes it's
good, sometimes it's bad.
I had a really strange, yet good,
dream last night, but I can't really remember what happened.
Every time I get close to pulling something out of my memory, it floats
out of reach again, and it really bothers me. All I remember is
that it involved Gerard Butler showing me his office (that actually
looked more like a cubicle in the middle of my dining room) that had
all these Disney posters on the walls... and I think there was
something with pirates going on too. I wish I could remember all
my dreams in detail and write them down so I'd never forget them.