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Well, I've decided to blog about my summer adventures in Los Angeles, California. So, for all 2 of you that are reading... yay!

I arrived last Saturday after graduating, saying good bye, and then a five hour, freezing plane ride. But at least I had leg room in the exit aisle. It's the little victories... After arriving, my supervisor took my roommate and I to the bar that Moe's from The Simpsons was modeled after. Apparently one of the drawers or creators of the show went to LMU. Which leads me to what I will be doing this summer: I am a summer conference intern at Loyola Marymount University. The other interns I'm working with are super awesome! We have ITT (intern time together). We're going to be BFFS (best friends for summer). And I'm done...

This week has basically been filled with ice breakers, training, and free lunch. Now that the free lunch and ice breakers are over, I get to sit through meetings I almost feel I could run. But it's the price you pay. Our first conference is Monday so things will really start to pick up then. I think this summer is going to be so awesome! Conference Services has been giving me so many awesome things too: a bike, pots, pans, silverware, other utensils, bedding for my other bed (I have my own room and two beds), shirts, and a Zipcar. Ahmahzing.

And we're pretty much caught up to today. Except, I rode my bike to the store and back yesterday. It. Was. Torture. Now we're caught up.

Today I was taken to lunch at a place that served popcorn instead of chips. I died in Heaven which caused some eternal paradox and sent me back to Earth. It was at Tower Pizza which is also a sports grill. It was pretty crazy. I got BBQ Chicken Pizza which was nothing like YourPie's pizza of the same name. Given the choice, YourPie.

While I was sitting through a meeting, Ashley (a fellow intern from USF who is working with judicials) asked if I wanted to brave public transportation and go to the mall. Never one to pass up an adventure, I gladly said yes. With my roommate (another intern from Old Dominion working with housing facilities) in tow, we set off to get to the mall. We were too afraid to take bikes and we felt like walking would have taken too long (lies) so we set off for the appropriate bus stop. Ten minutes later we arrive, get on the bus (at least they're always on time) and try to figure out where to get off. It was one of those things where we had to get off a bus to get on to another bus. We find the right stop and immediately try to hail a taxi... Buses are pretty much that bad. Maps don't tell you anything. Bus drivers have pocket knives to cut anyone who asks questions. And Liza Minnelli was sitting in the front seat... Welcome to California.

We see a cab pass by and immediately call the number. "We don't service that area." Then what the f are your cabs doing driving around? Giving up we decided to wait for the next bus to take us to the mall. We are clearly not from here. Long story short, we make it to the mall, I bought jeans and a pair of shoes for $75, and I'm never taking public transportation again. The ending of the story was anti-climactic but so are most of my sexual encounters. Hi-oh!! Not really... Anyways. I'm excited to see what LA has in store for the summer!