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April 12, 2004

   I just got back from my trip to LA, and it's about 2 in the morning. 

   Last Thursday, I left school at lunch so we could go to LA.  Luckily, we stopped by the mall and I bought some cool shit (including some new trunks and a shirt).  We finally left for LA at 2, when we were supposed to leave promptly after I was picked up.  So, we drove towards LA and we stopped by that one place with the Pea Soup Andersen's restaurant.  I had a steak at the restaurant.  We drove nonstop to my uncle's house (by this time, we were only about 1/2 hour away from the hotel).  He has a new dog, and it's hella ferocious.  We got to the hotel at about midnight.

   Last Friday.  We went to Disneyland motherfuckers.  It kicked major ass.  Disneyland is still a hella tight place no matter how fucking old you are.  I met all the characters, and I took pictures with them.  I might get a photo album up and running to show a couple of photos.

   Last Saturday.  We went to a hella big mall.  Bijan and I ran to the other part of the mall (the whole complex was separated into two buildings).  I went to Border's and bought Slipknot's first album (not bad, really).  Then, we went to visit my step-dad's childhood neighbor.  He's such a fucking pimp.  He has a hella big house, nice cars, and a bunch of other shit.  His daughter (who is 2 years old) can swim in all these fucking toys.  Since he didn't have a lot for me to do, I busted out with my XBOX (which was in the car) and played it. 

   Yesterday.  Went back to my uncle's house.  Lots of family there.  I was going to have a beer, but didn't want to since the kids were around.  We went to a Persian store and bought some shit (I got a bigass bag of chips).  At my uncle's house, I watched more sports games on TV than games I've gone to (and I only watched 3!).  We left at six.  On the way home, we stopped by the Pea Soup Andersen's place again (not for food; the car needed gas).

   And here I am.  Go back to the index.