going to the chapel and... wait, what?

I've noticed that sometimes in life, certain events can evoke unexpected thoughts or emotions, even when those events aren't necessarily about you.

My best friend is getting married in just over a week, and I'm a bridesmaid. So then why did I just have a dream about my own wedding? My boyfriend and I have no certain plans of taking this step, and while I've always longed to have a beautiful wedding, it's not something that's going to happen anytime soon.

So then wtf? I think it was partly Emily's wedding and partly because I watched a couple episodes of Scrubs that had to do with Elliott organizing her upcoming wedding.

I think it's funny, too, that in my dream, things kept going wrong.

- I got a parking ticket for parking someplace that wasn't marked (Lame!)
- The dressing room was in the extreme back of someplace that couldn't decide whether it was a theater or a department store, and the back area walls were completely draped in black fabric
- I forgot my jewelry but my mom saved the day and brought it from home without me having to ask (Yay, Mom!)
- She also brought my stepdad (Bad move, Mom...)
- My best friend (Emily) and her sister (Emma) were helping me dress up and were in charge of what seemed like half a dozen bridesmaids
- Matt accidentally came in for something and the girls threw a black bed sheet over me so he couldn't see me (it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony, if you didn't know)
- I got in a fight with some bitch outside the dressing room, kicked her ass, got coffee or soda on my shoes, someone cleaned them off
- I kept frantically running in and out of the dressing room and outside because I'd forgotten something or needed to get something
- My dress had a corset type bodice with a poufy (pick-up) skirt (Pretty! Sorta looked like this one: David's Bridal Style T9104)

The dream never actually got past the dressing up part because I had to wake up. :( I wonder how the ceremony turned out...

does this habit have a name?

I have a tendency to associate certain songs with certain people I know - either because I heard the song while we were together, or because the lyrics fit them perfectly. I have no idea if this is a normal thing (do you do this?) but I can't really help it.

Here's a few examples:

- An old boyfriend - "Absolutely (Story of a Girl)" by Nine Days because we heard it on the radio every single time we were in his truck.
- My best friend - "My Favorite Mistake" by Sheryl Crow because the Ouija Board decided that song described her life when we were like 14.
- A deceased friend - "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan because he was a lonely and misunderstood person who died too soon.
- My friend in Malaysia - "She's So High" by Tal Bachman because I met him online after watching his Final Fantasy 9 mash-up music video to the song.
- An old co-worker and friend - "Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones because we worked at Home Depot together, myself in the paint department. He made this my personal ringtone on his cell.

I'm eagerly awaiting the people in my life who will be assigned to the following songs:

- "Barbie Girl" by Aqua
- "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" by Kenny Chesney
- "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga
- "Rockin' the Beer Gut" by Trailor Choir
And especially:
- "White and Nerdy" by Weird Al Yankovic

These will certainly be some interesting people to know.

it's the little things...

It's the little things that keep me sane at work.

Doctors named Jay Vajay. (If you need help figuring this one out, I feel bad for you.)
Finding out that the Transmittal Confirmation Reports that the fax machine spits out are already in order and I don't have to sort them myself.
Finding ways to sneak onto blocked websites.
Receiving funny emails about people who are dumber than me.
... Which is similar to receiving emails by the idiots who accidentally hit the "Reply All" button.
Slacking off to the extreme, and actually getting away with it.
Trying to pronounce some of the clients' names that come across my desk.
Resigning myself to working on my birthday, then discovering that somebody left a tiny army of paper kodama on my desk.

Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.

Sometimes I wonder if Chuck Norris actually appreciates all the one-liners.
Although I guess if he didn't, we'd all be dead already.