Ok, so I take it back. Miniature golf isn't as bad as I thought. I actually had a lot of fun last night. I guess the hole-in-one I made helped. I don't think I'm turning pro anytime soon, but I got to tell you, that hole-in-one was amazing! It was at the hole where there's a huge metal pole that you push back and forth. So if you don't time it correctly, your ball can be knocked away. hahaha. I didn't stand there to time it exactly or anything. It was pure luck. Overall, I still suck. Doesn't help when you have a 12 year-old trapped in a 31 year-old's body screaming at you to mess up at every hole. But I had a great time.

Next time, we hit up the batting cages. That is, the slow pitch softball. ;)

I went to Park Chow for dinner last night. I really liked it! You guys should check it out.... it's another quaint little restaurant. And the 9th & Irving area has other great places I want to try in the future. I had a halibut sandwhich on pizza bread. It was sooooo good. It's a place I'm going to bookmark and definitely check out again.

Ran into an old acquaintance in that area. It was kind of sad how we put on our fake smiles and asked each other "how have you been?" in that high shrilly voice, although, honestly, we will probably never become good enough friends to really care. The conversation ended with a "take care (have a good life)."

That's something I've been dealing with lately. Haven't yet come to grips with it yet... But sometimes, I wish I could be in a different place, so that I would keep in touch only with the people that really cared about me and vice versa. I feel like being back home spreads me out too thin. So I do keep in touch with a lot of people, but it's only on the surface. We aren't close enough to really genuinely care for each other, but we are close enough that if we don't hang out, we think ill of the other person.

I guess it all comes down to not realizing how lucky I am, and not looking at these friendships as blessings. Because I do have friends that are far away, and they're really lonely. Not in the sense that I have friends in the area, but I'm just in-a-funk-lonely, but literally, they're out there all alone.

I also have friends that are far away that I keep in touch with, but lately, we've been really bad about it. Maybe with some, I feel like I'm never on the receiving end. I get the sense that if I didn't call, we would never talk. It's sad to give up on a friendship just because I'm too tired to always be the one initiating. It's selfishness. But honestly, the more time that passes, the less we seem to have to say.

Someone kick me hard... hard enough to shake off this funk I'm in. But I wonder if I'm alone in thinking this way... or is this a natural part of the transition to young adulthood?

I'm slowly beginning to understand why my nickname was "Tank" growing up. I know my dad jokingly said that to me, but really, it's the truth... I'm solid.

I stepped on the scale last night just for the heck of it. The needle was NOT where it should be. I'm hoping it was a fluke. It was after I ate dinner. Or it was water weight since I took in so much salt this past week. Or wishful thinking... but muscle weight.

I really don't understand. Before I went on this diet, I ate whatever I wanted and my weight was stable. Now I eat much better, but my weight isn't going down. I'm convinced the only way to do this is to starve. I don't that kind of willpower...

Went to a Giant's game last night. My first game of the season... Lilliene got some company tickets, so we got really good seats. I've never sat that close before... I could actually see the players' numbers on the back of their jersey. It was a good game because the Giants won. They needed that win. Despite Lilliene's cheering for the Padres, and the fact that they let the Padres score 2 runs in the last inning with 2 outs and 2 men on base... got a little too exciting in the end for me. I think they went through 5 pitchers that night.

Lilliene and I were really bad in terms of food. But come on, it's a ball game... you HAVE to eat nachos and garlic fries and kettle korn and peanuts... hahaha.... I woke up super dehydrated this morning...

Back to eating healthy today!!!

This weekend was fun. Didn't get to hang out with Sylvia and Jessica as much as I would have liked to. But that also has to do with the fact we couldn't decide what to do. Typical. So I just spent all weekend with Sarah. Had a lovely time. Really, I'd be ok not getting married, as long as Sarah didn't either. Hahaha. We'd have so much fun. You know what else would be cool? If we married twins. Then we'd be sisters.

It's so funny how our office tries to figure out if our boss left for the day or not. We'll stand around and whisper to each other whether we think he left for the day, or if he just went to the bathroom or a meeting. The secretary takes off right after it's established he's gone.

This morning, we theorized he wasn't coming in because he had one person issue the report yesterday, rather than waiting until today. And the secretary's voicemail light was on, which is always a good sign on Fridays.

Yay! I'm so excited... this weekend is going to be FUN!!!

Happy Birthday to one of my most favorite people... ISABEL CHUNG! You guys just don't know, but if we ran a high school poll, she'd win "best all around." Cute, funny, caring, super nice, can dish it with a smile, but can also take things as a joke. I will be accepting applications on her behalf, but just so you know, if you aren't a reformed bad boy or a dork, no need to apply. ;)

It's really sad but I realize as I get older that I can't carry a conversation for the life of me. I can participate in one. And I'm a good participant. But for me to be the one initiating the questions... I suck.

In small group last year, in an effort to get to know my girls better, I tried calling a few times. But it always turned akward, so I just told them what time small group was and hung up. I'm a horrible phone person. I just don't have things to say, I guess.

I love hanging out with people that say witty things and are funny all the time. Your gathering could be a dud, but once this person shows up, everyone has fun. You know, the person that can tell a really good story, or asks really good questions and puts you at ease. I wish I could be like that. I think that's why I'm really attracted to those kinds of personalities. Just because I'm not.

But I promise, I can laugh it up with you. Even if it's at the expense of me...