My Mobile Photo Series

Now that Project eHarm is about to come to a close and I have gotten far too lazy to start baking or cooking again, I now have nothing to blog about. That is the realization of my life. I feel like I need to start a new project again. I am open to suggestions, as long as it doesn't involve public nudity (well me being nude in public at least)... and that's the only restriction I can think of for now.

Anyway... Do any of you have friends on Facebook that think they're a photographer just because they have a nice camera? I have about a dozen and I have about a dozen who are actual photographers. Well, I am one of those people who like to pretend I take awesome pictures that is why I post so many. So, I'm sharing these with you, a glimpse into my world. Plus, I'm clearing out some pics from my phone.

The Units

This is my Dad who loves to stop by un-announced. When he's over, he does things like lecture me about life and money, then asks me to look up lyrics and chords to the Beatles' "Get Back," then proceeds to play the guitar and sing the song to me.

This is my step-mom who I call Auntie Carmen. Strange right? Well, I've called her that for years. Occassionally, she will decide on a whim to sing songs for the folks at church, then realize she can't remember the rest of the lyrics. This is one of those moments.

The Mess I live In

I am a very messy person. Of all the things my parents tried to drill into me all these years, the one thing that I could not wait to reject once I became an adult, was not having to clean up my mess. I can't tell you enough how liberating it was the first time I did not immediatey wash the dishes after dinner. (Growing up, we were not even allowed to have a spoon in the sink! We also handwashed everything even though we had a dishwasher.)

I do not know why this is called a coffee table. Who really puts coffee on this thing anyway? Mine consist of books, magazines, DVDs, catalogs, etc.

My arch nemesis. My closet cannot contain all of my clothes so there are piles and piles on the floor. I have a few reoccuring dreams and one of them is being buried under all of my stuff. Every night, my goal is to put all of my clothes away. I rarely ever finish.

My actual bookshelf which sits near the foot of my bed. This photo was taken on a sleepless night. The contents of this shelf are mainly old college textbooks I never sold back. I figured someday I might need to dust off that Environmental Science book from one of my electives. It might provide for great material to talk about on dates.

Sadly, this is where I spend 8 hours of my day, in my cubicle. Like the rest of my "living space" it is messy. I have spilt coffee on my keyboard surprisingly only 3 times so far.

(Some of) My Peeps

My niece Caitlyn and I. She's 10 years old. I'm going to say she's my favorite because you can boss her around and she'll do anything. She's one of those "pleasers."

This is my nephew Benjamin. I'm pretty sure he's 6 years old. I once convinced him that he was the one who kicked the soccer ball at the church window while there was service going on inside. What really happened was that me and the older kids were playing around and someone-- could've been me -- accidentally kicked it at the window. The window didn't break, but made a very loud noise. Benjamin was in the bathroom when it all happened. After church, someone asked who kicked the ball and I said, oh Ben did that. He denied it of course. However, I said, yes you did Ben, remember? He then said... oh yeah with a puzzled look on his face. I love kids.

This is my friend Bethany. She is very very tall. For one of her strides, I have to take two. She is the one I go to all the concerts with because she loves live music as much as I do. I took this picture at the De Young Museum in San Francisco.

The Most Interesting Sighting this week...

This guy I saw at this past weekend's Outside Lands Music Festival at Golden Gate Park. He looked like he lived at the park. In his duffel bag were a bag of pot, some pills and an iPad -- yes and iPad. Half of his curly hair was cut short, the other long. He later took off with some kid presumably to sell him some drugs.

The countdown to the end of Project eHarm...

Not because I have met "the one." The main reason for quitting eHarm is monetary. I don't want to be automatically charged full price for a service I did not really use. I'll cut to the chase on why I quit:

1.) I lost interest. The process and steps were too arduous for someone lazy like me.

2.) I like face to face interaction or at least real time interaction. None of this sending people multiple questions crap then wait for a response, then send him your likes/dislikes and values, then write your own questions, then finally send an actual email. That is far too much work. By the time I got to the write your own questions part, I already lost interest.

3.) I never sorted through my matches and let them build to over a hundred. I told you, I am lazy.

4.) People on eHarm are looking for women who are ready for wife-hood and mother-hood and I have not yet reached that level of maturity. I am selfish. I like being able to buy impractical things and not feel guilty about it. I also like the idea that I can go out for a pizza at 3 a.m. and no one will bother me about where I am going or why.

5.) I made the mistake of putting religion on my profile because the ONLY thing I had in common with my matches was religion. For instance, one guy they matched me with was super conservative, and one of his requirements was that the woman had to absolutely share the same political views.

6.) The guys on eHarm write crap like this on their profile (this is a guy who communicated with me by the way):

What he said about the last book he read or enjoyed:

"I don't really read books that much mainly cos I do not have the time. The only Book I think worth reading is the Bible. Not to offend anyone, but in my opinion, everything else is made up..."

Yes, a lot of books are made up. In fact, there is a whole genre just for made up stories called "Fiction." I think if he actually read, he'd also know that you cannot substitute the word because for cos.

Perhaps I am being too mean or too close minded. What's that cheesy quote about being open to love or it won't find you? Whatever it is... it's a good thing I do not believe in cheesy love quotes.

I do wish that I had actually reached a point where I met someone in-person just so I can say I fully experienced eHarm. I have until the end of this month... so... fingers crossed? I was kind of hoping it would be the cat guy, but I think he got sick of me and closed me out. I knew I should've asked him a question about cats. Damn.