S said, "With you on my arm, I'll be hip." Ahahahah! Where does he get these lines lately? I love it. Anyway, it was not our typical crowd. 

LA Loves is a non-profit organization that uses art and education to bring awareness and emotional connection to current justice issues. Yesterday's event was dedicated to the sexual exploitation of children. I never knew how big a problem it was… here in America! I don't remember all the statistics given, but they were astounding and sickening. There was a silent auction and some musical performances. Kendall Payne sang "Touch". Wow, what an intense and sad song. The words and her expressive voice was so heart-wrenching. It made me want to cry.

All this is volunteer work from those who have a passion to make a difference with what they're good at. Seeing people doing stuff like this reiterates a desire within me to want to do something this year. For a cause to be passionate about, something that makes a difference… and I don't mean sudoku and Korean dramas. Not sure what it is just yet though…

Growing up, everyday I'd see my parents go to sleep together. After dinner, we'd eat fruit, then we'd sit in the living room. My dad might play some guitar, water his fruit trees, tell us some jokes, maybe he'll cook some peanuts. My mom would wash the dishes, read the newspaper, and we'll go do our homework. We'll watch TV upstairs and they'll watch TV downstairs. Sometimes my dad will watch the TV and sometimes the TV will watch him (zzzzz). But at the end of the day, they'll turn off the TV and they'll go up to their room together.

So I thought that's what married people do. But I found after getting married that the "norm" or what I thought was the "norm" was what I was exposed to. From sleeping schedule to eating schedules to house chores to talking late on the phone to… Every couple lives differently and that's okay.

When we first got married, we went to sleep at the same time. We'd lay in bed and chat and fall asleep. It was nice. But then eventually we ended up going to sleep at very different times. Me, around 10:30 pm - 12:30 am. S, 3:00 am - 5:00 am. Yes, he's completely crazy and on some other time zone.

So now when I go to sleep I announce, "I'm going to sleep now!" And then he'll come over and hang out with me for 5 minutes and tuck me into bed while I try to stall. Sometimes on the weekends I'll try to stay up as late as I can so that we can go to sleep at the same time. If he tells me, "I'm tired today, I'm going to sleep early", early like 2:30 am, then I get all excited.

Even if he konks out as soon as his head hits the pillow. It's nice to hear him breathing next to me.

It was nice... simple. I remember being very happy, as I am now.

Last night I had a dream that my right eye shriveled up. There was a long stream of liquid that squirted out of my eye. It was exactly what happened to the cow eyeball that we dissected in junior high. And then my eyeball became all mangled and prune-like and barely attached to my eye socket. It was scary but for some reason I was just like, "Okay, let me just close my eyes and the moisture will come back."

Dreams can be SO messed up.

This morning my co-worker and I were complimenting each other on our glasses. Turns out we have the exact same pair. How funny!