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Mom is gone again. It was great to see her, but our visit did not go as planned.

First, I was scheduled to work every day she was here, then my car broke down on the way to work on Sunday, so we had to spend most of Sunday and Monday figuring out how to get my car fixed. Finally had time to do stuff together on Tuesday, but she got sick. We did end up going to Santa Monica late that night, because she decided she wanted to go to the beach. We ate ate a crepes restaurant on the third street promenade. They switched our tables after we had ordered, because they had a larger party that needed the table we were sitting in, because of this they comped my mom her drinks, and my mom proceeded to get trashed off of two rather small glasses of sangria. It was bloody hysterical. Then we walked down to the beach and put our feet in the water, which felt so good. It makes me want to go swimming.

My car is fixed though. And it turns out this might have been a good thing, because I am pretty sure that with the work that needed to be done, the issue my car has had with maintaining temperature seems to be resolved. I can now use the AC without my car over heating.

I closed on Monday night and there were concerts at the Roxy and Whiskey, so groups of drunk teenagers and young adults came in for coffee, tea, and smoothies. And I had to take care of them all, by myself. After the masses finally leave I get a chance to sit down for awhile, when a guy who had gotten a coffee earlier comes over, tells me I did a good job, and offers me some what was either crack or meth just in case I needed a pick me up. How very thoughtful of him.

I finally have a free weekend, and I thought I was going to be able to spend time with my friends, but apparently they are going camping again. Without me. Again. I've been talking about wanting to go camping since even before I moved out here, and this is twice where they are managing to go without inviting me or taking me. I got pretty upset and James and Lia gave me lots of hugs, telling me I hadn't been left out on purpose and Lia massaged my back for awhile to make me feel better. I felt pretty silly for getting upset, but luckily I have good friends who won't hold it against me. I managed though to accidentally guilt trip Vlad (previously known as the cute uncircumcised half-Jewish Ukrainian boy, but Maxx has told me I am no longer allowed to refer to him as this, since he is not actually the only one). He seemed to think that at some point I told him that I can't hike long distances carrying a backpack because of my foot. I have no Idea where he got that from. I was like "umm, I went on a three week long camping trip last year where we hiked several miles with packs every day". He apparently doesn't like upsetting me, because he then told me that he would do whatever he can to make things up to me. Weirdo.

So I am going to try to have lots of fun without them. It can be done. I swear.

I've spent a lot of time over the past few days talking to a certain ridiculously cute boy. He makes me happy.