Evan singing weird dreams to pictures of food.

Dec 09, 2009 12:35

Earlier, Evan was singing, "I'm gettin' nuttin for Christmas. Mommy and Daddy are mad," all while giggling. It was so cute. I guess I have been listening to Christmas music a lot lately... he always wants to listen to that one, too. And "Christmas is Going to the Dogs." He dances to that one. I'm excited that HE'S excited about Christmas.

I told him about Santa the other day, and he was like, "Santa come to MY house and bring me presents!? hooray!" haha

I had a weird dream last night. SURPRISE! ha... I was at an assembly at my old high school in the gym up in the balcony. whoever was talking said something to the effect of, "we've decided this is the best decision. It can't be avoided." and then he said that they were going to destroy the world b/c there was no way out of whatever the situation was. He pulled out this ball and what looked like a big thumbtack and then sticks the thumbtack in the ball. I turn around to cover my head and see Spock, and I think to myself that it sucks for him b/c he's already watched his planet be destroyed, and now this planet is getting destroyed, too. And then I crouch down and everything looks orange like it exploded. After that I go back in time and somehow avoid the destruction of the world.

It was a crazy feeling, though, knowing that I was about to die and so was everyone else. I don't remember being THAT afraid... maybe b/c the guy didn't give me time to. I saw alot of my old friends from high school there, too.

Anyway, now that that weirdness is out of the way. I wrote another article for my column last night. Did I mention that I'm doing it on cooking? Well, I am. I cooked Frito Mexican Dinner last night and took pictures of it. I felt weird b/c we had company over. haha I'm just THAT proud of my cooking that I have to take pictures, guys. I'm not very good at making the food look pretty. It looked like a big pile of slop. Oh, well. It tasted good.

well, my mind has gone blank. that's my cue to go. hasta luego, muchachos.

evan, christmas, dreams, column

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