Hey all. So, I'm noticing that I'm turning into a once a month poster, which sucks, but when you don't have anything to say, you just don't. It's my first Saturday in about nine years that I have absolutely nothing to do (in the day, anyway). And it's kind of nice. This is not to say that my last million Saturdays haven't been great because they have been, but it's definitely a healthy feeling when you have nothing to do but do whatever you want, even if it's just nothing. I'm cleaning up my apartment, I'm going to get my LONG overdue manicure and pedicure, then I'm going to go have dinner with one my old high school friends that I haven't sat down and talked to in something like two to three years. Wow. I mean, where do you even begin to update? It's strange when there is almost too much to say. You just give the highlights, and then there's nothing else to talk about. It's as if your life has been simple and boring, when so much has happened that there's no way to even talk about it. I'm not too worried though. It's nice to have a conversation with someone who knew you before you became the new you. (Are we ever really that new?)

I went to my first wedding of a high school friend. My first high school friend to get married. It was two weekends ago. I thought it would be weird, and I guess it was, but not for the reasons that I thought. It was weird to me that it wasn't weird at all. I mean, she's the same person. And her new husband is the same guy. And I'm so happy for these two that I can hardly even stand it. Sure, you never know what a relationship is really like unless you're in it. Doesn't matter how much you know, how much you hear, how often you spend time with them. Only those two people can ever really understand it, however, I still truly believe that these are two great people who deserve to be together. And I haven't felt so purely happy for two other people as I do for them. Shit, that reminds me. I NEED to send them their wedding present.

Unrelated to everything, I can't believe it's been MONTHS that I've had up there in the announcement box that my "concact" information was what it was. No, not "contact" but "concact." I'm an idiot.

What else. New apartment is going really well. Turns out I'm not too good at taking out the garbage, and I definitely need to do that because it seems as though bugs really do enjoy that shit, and it shouldn't be in my living space. Gross. I love living where I live. I love my location. My apartment loves me. And I have to tell you, there is absolutely NOTHING like having a happy home to return to. It affects everything. If you don't feel good about your homebase, you can hardly focus on anything else.

Not too much else is happening. Work is work, and it's good. I'm not the best person who has ever had my job, but I'm certainly not the worst, so that feels good. But again, not too much to say about it.

Oh, I'm obsessed with Laguna Beach. It's just SO high school, it's great. But what scares me is that those types of conflicts and bullshit really still do exist in adulthood (am I IN adulthood??). I mean, the pettiness, the insecurity, the games, the shit-talking, the peer pressure. It's all there later too, but you just tack on a few more responsibilities that help distract you from all of that. There isn't a 100% focus on the bullshit, but it's absolutely there. I mean, kids are not the only people to watch shows like that. High school drama (real or fictional) appeals to young adults because we can still relate to it. Maybe I shouldn't speak for all young adults. I like it though.

Okay, I'm going to go bike ride over to the nail place. I'll try to write more, especially if I have anything remotely interesting to say.