Two years ago I was in three weddings. It's all right I guess. Kinda stressful and not that fun but fun. I hate wearing the dress and walking around and everyone staring at you. Last year was great. I was not even in one wedding. But then again I only knew one couple who got married.

Well so far this year, well actually this week, I got invited to be in two weddings. Yesterday and today. The one yesterday I had already gone with the bride to look at dresses for her and for the bridesmaid and for flowers. Well one of her bridesmaids dropped out because she didn't realize that she had to buy her own dress. I think that was ridiculous. The bride and groom are paying for the hair, makeup and pedicure. What does she expect. They aren't rich!

The second wedding I got invited to is the one I really wanted to be in, the one I expected to be in. If I wasn't invited or in this wedding I think I would have been super hurt and disappointed. I don't think I would have understood at all. I know I am sounding kinda presumptuous but it is my little sister! I get to be her Maid of Honor! Yay! I just wish that I didn't live an ocean away from her. That pretty much sucks. I wish that I could have a whole month off of work and go home and help her out any way that she needs me. But oh well. We will see what happens.

Two down this year. How many more must I be in this year? I feel like I am always the bridesmaid. How many more must I be in? When will it be my turn? Maybe I should go see that movie- 27 dresses. Maybe that movie would make me more depressed. I don't know. I guess there is only one way to find out.

This year I had the best birthday ever. I would hear people say, "what's the best birthday you ever had?" I would have no answer because they all were pretty much the same.

This year I got a letter from my brother in jail on my birthday. He never sent me a letter before. I was super stoked!

Then that night my roommates took me to this place called Casa Blanca. It is a Moroccan restaurant where they have cushions on the floor and you eat with your hands and it is tasty too. We had three bottles of wine and great conversations and lots of laughs! I enjoyed myself.

Then last night my best friend and my favorite boy took me out. I thought we were going to go out to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. I am glad that I didn't make a big deal about going into Waikiki because they took me shooting! We got to the Waikiki Gun Club and we got to shoot and have sooo much fun. I had not gone shooting before but I had wanted to for a long time. They new that and surprised me. Then we went out and ate a tasty dinner and totally enjoyed myself. I told them that this was my best birthday ever and they were stoked too. YAy!

At work I am the only single girl in her 20's. So I tend to get alot of attention. For the most part I am technically busy with my tasks and I don't really socialize with my co-workers unless there is down time or it is in passing. Then one day this guy, lets call him Harold, at work comes up to me and tells me that the new Samoan security guard thinks I'm hot and so he thinks I need his phone number. I thought he was joking at first but then he handed me a corner of a newspaper with the guys name and number. I laughed and took the number. I had no intention of calling him because I have a rule for myself not to date guys from work. Then an hour later Harold comes up to me and asks if I am going to call the guard. I told him not likely. Then he went on to tell me that if I was to call the guard that night and have a good conversation that lasted about 10-15 minutes and I acted like I was enjoying myself then he would give Harold $20. So, if I did that then he would give me half of the money. I told him that he was not my pimp and I didn't work that way. At my karate class there is a little boy there who I noticed had a crush on me. I new he was alot younger than me so the second class I asked him how old he was and he responded with pride, "16". I nodded and seemed impressed and he asked how old I was, "Oh, I am old already." He looked a little confused and asked how old exactly. I told him "26". He seemed to contemplate this bit of information for a moment and then he looked at me and said, "That's not too old." HA! He is right that that is not to old but he is just too young. "I am a decade older than you, Marc." He just shrugged. He still tries to make conversation and he is constantly staring at me. I can't help but laugh though. He is a cute boy. My best friend noticed and she was confident that he has a huge crush on me. So one day after class we are talking with him and he gives us his phone number. I am not going to call him because what would his parents think? "Who is this 26 year old woman doing calling my 16 year old son?!" They would totally get the wrong impression. Then this past class he asks me what I am doing on saturday. What is that?! IS he just trying to make conversation or is he trying to get me to hang out with him? I really don't get it. I don't know what he thinks he is doing? What is with this whole old guys or little boys? Can't I have someone around my age? Is that really too hard to ask?

One of my guys friends told me his deepest secret. Only his brother and cousin know, well now me. We are the only three people in the whole wide world who know this secret. It is not a bad secret but a good secret. It is the best secret I have ever known! It is the most hardest secret for me to keep. I want to tell my best friend. I want to tell my mom, I want to tell everyone. But I promised him I would not tell a single soul his secret. So I will not tell another person, I won't tell anyone not even my blog. Oh how I wish I could at least write it in my blog but I can't.

Why would he tell this to me? Why? Does anyone have some insight? I mean it would be one thing if we were a couple but we aren't. We are just friends. *sigh*