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There was a man standing in front of the Medical Plazas today carrying a "Thou Shall Not Kill Terri Schiavo" poster. He was pacing up and down the entryway. I didn't get mad, but I was a bit irritated. I can tell that he had made the sign himself and made his message big enough to read from far away. He even included a picture of her on it. But the best part was that it was laminated. The entire huge poster board. I couldn't believe that he would go through all of the trouble. But it was something that he felt strongly about. It was funny to watch people's reactions to him. No one really cared at all. The doctors walked by and he tried to heckle them, but I was confused because isn't Schiavo in Florida? Was I imagining this? Because what can the doctors at the UCLA Medical Center do about it? And who really cares anymore? People are so sick of it already. I am sick of it. It was a fascinating experiment nonetheless.

So I got a call from Anastasia today telling me that there was some mail at my old apartment. I swing by there after work and pick them up. Mostly junk mail, but there's a huge ivory envelope. I open it and it's a wedding invitation from my old dear friend from junior high, Sokhary. Sokhary, Anna and I were inseparable in junior high and had so many adventures together. We went totally separate directions in high school and lost touch for a while during college. But we were able to reconnect these past few years and it's been nice. Sokhary and her fiance, Alan, have been dating since 8th grade. That's 12 years total. Yup, 12 years, my friends. That is sooo long and I am happy for them. The wedding is the end of May, which conflicts with my tentative east coast vacation, but I am sure that I can find a different weekend for that, though I know that Ramona is graduating law school in DC that weekend as well. I hope I am able to work things out. It is such a weird feeling that my friends are starting to get married. Some have been married for years, but I feel as though the upcoming weddings will hit home the fact that I am getting older because I'm done with college and that's technically what people are "supposed" to do. It's such a scary thought in many ways, but I am glad that they are finally getting married. It's about time!

Dinner with M tonight was fantastic. She was still recovering from being sick in Modesto this past weekend. She is such a family oriented person and I admire her dedication in seeing her family frequently. I think that she sees her family more often than I see mine and it’s quite sad because she drives 5 hours to get home, whereas I only drive 45 minutes. Just typing that statement made me feel kinda sad and like a bad daughter. Well, I introduced M to Barney's Hamburgers in Brentwood (not to be confused with Barney's Beanery, a totally different venue). I was craving beef. I don’t crave it that often, so it felt a little weird. Maybe it’s because Josh is vegetarian now and all that I see in the kitchen is pretty much meatless. Who knows? I am just glad that we went because the Western burger hit the spot. It’s amazing how long a week’s worth of events build up to the point where M and I are able chat about them during our time at dinner. So many things happened while she was in Modesto and I missed out on a very nasty voicemail that M got from an old high school friend that was mad at her for not calling. It’s funny that M did try to call, but the number was out of order and she never told her the new number. I can’t believe people get mad over stupid things like that. Poor M. She’s way too nice for her own good.

For mainly selfish reasons, I am glad that Angela is no longer working full time. It allows for more chatting and lunch dates with me. Yay!

SaTC quote of the day:
Big: This is fun.
Carrie: It's not supposed to be fun. This is somebody's wedding. (Season 1 - The Chicken Dance)