WTF???

Everyone has cell phones now. Even me. Most of them come equipped with extras, like cameras. Although they can be very convienent at times, they can also be great for stealing people's pin numbers, looking up girl's skirts, or whatever - Not that I've had that happen to me.

But as of today, I now feel paranoid and violated. I'll admitt that I wasn't really watching. I just saw out of the corner of my eye. Maybe the guy wanted a photo of some baked goods at Safeway, but that seems unlikely.

So, there I am in the bakery section checking out the mini cinnamon buns, when I see out of the corner of my eye some guy approaching. He stops near me, facing me, and I hear the sound cell phones make when taking a picture. I look up, and he's walking quickly towards the check out where some other people are waiting. He looks at his phone quite pleased, and then points in my general direction also looking pleased. The girl looks at me too. I walk away.

If they were Asian tourists it would be forgivable.

But what the fuck?

This bothers me.

I don't really have anything to say.

Except that soynuts are delicious.

And that Mila is much too hyper, but still cute, so I guess it works for her. She wouldn't leave me alone tonight. She kept running into my room, pulling herself up on the chair, grabbing the computer mouse and attempting to make things happen.

This is where I come in...

So, it won't be too much longer now, and then Melinda and Adam will be married. Mr and Mrs.... Whatever his last name is. Really, though I have an awful time remembering his last name. It will come to me.

Lacey's getting married too, in June. I honestly do not know her fiance's last name. I've never really hung out with him either, but then again, pretty much the most Lacey and I do anymore is coffee every now and then - usually at work.

But anyway, Melinda's been doing wedding stuff slowly, but nothing really that I've helped with. I think I'm supposed to help a bit? I am the maid of honor - Maid meaning I do stuff for her? I'm not really the best person to count on for stuff such as that. But my mom is making her dress. Tomorrow night will be the first fitting/measuring. I will be present, and I will try my best to fulfil the duties that will bring me honor... or Melinda honor?

I'm not trying to sound like I'm an awful friend or something. I care a lot about her and her wedding. But we're all pretty low-key, mellow people the majority of the time, and we really don't expect the world of each other. We know we can count on each other when it's important. But I've already told her not to anticipate any sort of wedding shower "parties" thrown by me.

Adam's been working on the rigs for the past month - coming home every couple weeks - So I think this will make their wedding even better for them. At least, in my opinion, I think it would. They'll have the excitement of seeing each other all pretty, getting married, and then getting to spend a month together traveling. I've already been informed by them that I may crash their honeymoon sometime mid point (around California) if I so choose. I'm very much so considering this vacation.

Pretty much it just seems like things are starting to take off with this whole wedding business. It's pretty exciting actually. The only worries I have somewhat, are : What's going to happen when they start having babies? Are we going to take babies to shows with us?

I'll get them earmuffs.

Construction Zone

Slowly everything in the house is getting replaced. Appliances, floor... The wall colors are always changing, because that's something my mom likes to do. That is nothing new. It's still the same house, but it's so different from when I was young.

I kind of miss trying to roll around with my brother's skateboard on the flat, cement-like, brown carpet that was in the basement, or playing lego, building forts out of every blanket and chair we could find and eating cinnamon toast while watching Saturday cartoons. Of course that's long gone. It's sort of weird how carpet can remind me of things.

Soon, my parents plan on replacing the refrigerator upstairs which means that one will be relocated downstairs, and the old fridge will be discarded. I sort of can't wait for that to happen, although, I suppose, that maybe someday looking back, I might miss it. That fridge is from like the 50's or something. It's kind of neat looking. The downside is that the icebox area drips into the fridge area and makes everything soggy. Mostly though, I look forward to the day when I can reach for the fridge handle and not cringe in anticipation of getting electrocuted or at least shocked painfully.

So, old tv's get tossed out and bigger, better ones sit on the stand instead. Home theater systems, art on the walls, furniture you don't get stuck in upon sitting on it, and we still don't have cable tv.

I can't believe I made another of these...

Since I can't be bothered to come up with something great to type about at the moment, I'll post what I wrote earlier on myspace:

I thought I should maybe write something concerning 2005 and it being over. It's been okay, it's been somewhat life changing, and I'm starting to feel old.

The okay part comes in because I've gotten to know some really neat people this past year, attended a whole lot of shows (mostly during the summer), and traveled. Bad stuff happened too, like with Grandpa dying which is maybe really just more sad than bad.

As stated above, travel was definitely included in the past year. I think this is the part that most defines 2005 for me. I realized that I am capable of almost anything I really want to do. Not in the sense like "try hard and you'll succeed". But previously, I was pretty limited to where I would go, and if there was some show in some far off location, I immediately wrote it off as unattendable. Driving to California last April with Lacey really changed that for me. I don't feel so confined, and maybe feel a bit more confident in myself knowing that I'm capable of functioning without my parents or anyone of that sort, near at hand.

Okay, so until September I was only working 5 hours a day for the most part, but since then I've been working full-time hours, and it makes me feel old... and stuck. I don't know if it's a huge, bad thing right now. I always thought it would be impossible for me to work 8 hours a day, 5 days a week because of the boringness factor, but I've done it. It's not so great, but it's not so bad. Most importantly, it gives me a lot of money.

I'm not going to make any new years resolutions or whatever. I just have my goals that I hope to achieve in some time period... that is hopefully not too far off.