1st Week Home

So, I'm really bored right now. I feel super sick so I'm not up for much more than just sitting here. But I must say, this is absolutely my favorite chair in the world. It's a brown Lay-z-Boy. It's so soft, and large, and perfect. Reclines back, feet up. The world's best! Got it for my dad, and mom doesn't sit on it, so really it's MY chair. I probably spend 80% of my time in it these days. Yup.

As much as I was dreading heading back to LA, the summer is going far better than expected. Left San Diego Saturday at 11 (was supposed to be 10) and passed 2 accidents. But the wait wasn't that long, so they must have been recent. I got home and no joke had 20 minutes to unpack my entire San Diego life all by myself so that I could pick up 3 girls and drive to Long Beach for my first The LAW practice. I was so nervous, my hands were shaking. Didn't help that I hadn't had time to eat either.

Practice was fun. I wasn't sure what kind of turnout we'd have and didn't know what people expected so we just scrimmaged for most of the time. Turns out people would rather do drills. I was pretty surprised, but happy to comply. Sunday I was a little more ready with a couple planned drills. Some UCLA girls came out and caught on very quickly, so that was great. I definitely think this weekend will go even better. Especially now that we've developed a sort of game plan for the summer, and an idea of what we want to run.

Saturday night, Jane came over. I BBQed. First time doing it by myself. I think I was probably most proud that I immediately remembered to turn on the propane. Sad that my dad never got to teach me how to. When he was out there, I'd only go out to check how long until dinner was ready. My cousin Dave had to show me how to use the grill, and then the Swedes used it too, but I was banned from going outside. But yeah, the dinner turned out great! That was probably more real cooking than I'd done the entire year in San Diego. After dinner we decided to have a little fun. And boy do I love playing board games! I used to play Connect 4 everyday after school. On the other hand, I can't even remember the last time I won Pretty Pretty Princess :(

Sunday night I went to Balls' house in Downtown. Let's just say I haven't been there in years, and it's not the type of place you want to drive around lost in. Before I left, my mom reminded me to be careful there, she said "You're definitely not in La Jolla anymore." So first, I got off the freeway and went the wrong way. Thank cod the streets are numbered, so I knew to turn around. Then, I just couldn't find the right apartment. I couldn't tell what block it was on, and I didn't want to park to far away. I might have circled 3 times before I found it. But this wasn't just circling one block. The streets are ONE-WAY! So I would have to circle all 5 blocks. A couple times I definitely almost turned into oncoming traffic. Yikes. Finally I figured out where I wanted to go. Now it was only a matter of parking. Fast forward, it got to the point where I was thinking 8th time's a charm. Finally I found a spot and parallel-parked. Brenda would have been proud. I mean, it was like 2 spaces, but it was on the left side of the road! But by the time I got out of the car I had completely forgotten where the apartment was. Definitely started walking the wrong way.

Later that night, the Lakers were celebrating their victory, and we decided to venture to a bar. Holy smokes! The streets of Downtown LA were out of control! EVERYONE was in purple and yellow. Riot police were everywhere. People were all over the streets. Cars could barely get by. At one stoplight a white convertible pulled up and 12 people just climbed onto it and started jumping. If that had been me driving, I would've peed in my pants right there. Trash cans were on fire. Dumpsters were in the streets. Horns honking continuously. I was scurred. Bars/restaurants were closed, so we headed back to the apartment. We swung by our cars to make sure they were still in one piece. One guy who had left earlier had had his window smashed and some stuff stolen. My car was luckily still in one piece. Stayed 3 hours extra to wait out the riots. When I left, some guy was getting arrested outside the apartment.

Over the week, I've just been job applicationing. Learning that I'm going to have to be a lot less picky. Hopefully I'll find something by the end of next week. Even though I was hoping to already have worked this whole week.

Oh, and last night Karlie and I biked to pick-up in Venice Beach. I forgot how much I dislike the sand. No speed. No hops. Only got like halfway of the 6in vertical I normally have. Got a migrane on the way back. Puked 3 times last night. Still not feeling great. But at least I have a reason to spend more time in my favorite chair!