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May 15, 2008

" I'm in Los Angeles today...
It smells like an airport runway..."

actually, today i'm in anaheim. i keep thinking about the exchange in swingers when sue pulls out a gun:

Mike: What the fuck are you carrying a gun for? What, in case somebody steps to you, Snoop Dogg?
Sue: Hey man, you're not from here, alright. You don't know how it is. I grew up in L.A.
Trent: Anaheim.
Sue: Whatever, man. It's different out here. It's not like New York, Mikey.

although i am glad to be on vacation, i can say that vacation is very different when you are with a 13 year old girl who has never been out of colorado or the adjoining 3 states to colorado. on one hand, the bigger hand, it's fun going around with someone who has only seen the airport on television, and gets really excited when the plane takes off; or someone who can't believe how sunny california is because she has never seen a PALM TREE OH MY GOSH LOOK AT THAT TREE HOLY COW! on the other hand, the smaller selfish hand, i am bombarded with constant words, and i'm running out of responses. it feels at times a little parent-y, and it makes me wonder if i will ever be good at this. they say it's different when they are your own, and i believe it. but still. it means dragging your sorry butt down to the pool when they want to go swimming for the 2nd time in a 4 hour period because you can't let them go by themselves, but also being somewhat interested in what they are doing. it's responding to them in conversation, even at 8:30am in the morning when i never talk to anyone, just because they start talking immediately.

i want this vacation, a first for the boy's half-sister, to be really good and for me to not be the party killer. it just takes a little effort.

the smog is unreal. i mean, you hear about it, you see it in pictures, but how thankful i am that colorado air is breathable.

anaheim is a pretty funny town. i firmly believe i could never live somewhere so close to a theme park resort.

today we drive to santa monica, and do the beach, the shopping, the getty, and hopefully the sushi.

my nerves are fraying at the ends, the residue from a few long weeks of school finals, being sick, and working 12 hour days. i hear salty air is the cure. i hope so.