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After work, Ivarr, braaap, his roommate and I went to Gallagher's in Huntington. I had a good time, especially when I was oggling this cute little thing that came in wearing short shorts. She had a great ass and killer legs.

I putzed around the apartment cleaning and packing and finally left for Bishop around 3:30 p.m. I hit traffic all the way to the 14. I did take a little rest stop at Vons in Mission Hills. As I was looking at bananas, this guy old enough to be my grandfather said, "They look nice huh?" I said, "Yeah," and took one banana. He seemed shocked. I explained it was just a snack. But later I realized I should have said something like, "Well, I only need one to get the job done," and then wandered over to the cucumbers. Probably would have given him a heart attack, so it's good I didn't.

Having left so late, I got to my parents really late. The last part of the drive was so boring. Thankfully, Date No. 1 called and talked to me for almost two hours. Made the drive go a lot quicker.

I was going to surprise a classmate and meet her in her classroom (yes, a girl I graduated with is now my sister's English teacher), but I completely overslept. I blame a) the shower in my old bathroom for dripping, b) the cat for wanting to go in then out of my brother's room, several times and c) the cat finally realizing I had moved to the couch where he could now rub his tail in my face. Interestingly enough, my cat is turning gray. Mom said after he got his cortisone shot in January he just started changing colors. We now call him Gray Butt or Silver Butt.

I had lunch with my dad, sister and mom. It was most excellent. We ran a few errands then got ready for graduation. My mom took pictures of us girls with my brother in his cap and gown but she used his camera so I'm waiting on him to send those over.

At the ceremony itself, I ran into another former classmate. He's working in Mammoth until his girlfriend finishes her pre-med stuff, then they'll both be moving to wherever she goes to med school.

And now for pictures:







He's all the way at the end. I had to slip behind the ropes to get this. Thankfully, the guy who does the ceremony photography knows me so he didn't care.



The woman was my high school principal. She is now the District's superintendent.



It was difficult to get him to look at me because I was kneeling down to stay out of the other photographer's way and he's 6'7'. He forgets I'm a shorty. All weekend he'd hold things for me to look at and it was just too high for me to see. Bastard.

Thanks to my mother's nagging, I almost left this day, but stuck around until Sunday.I did absolutely nothing.

I had lunch with Dad, Bro and Sister at the local famous bakery. Sooo fucking good.



You can't really see it, but there's a hedge of bushes along the edge of this patio seating area. We're about halfway through lunch and all of a sudden, Dad's gone backwards into them in his chair. We all had a good laugh and not 5 minutes later my brother started to do the same. I wish I had gotten a picture of it.

The drive back was nice and beautiful.

Photographic evidence:

Around Independence:







Owen's Dry Lake (For an interesting history, look up the lake, Mullholland (yes the dude the road is named after) and the Water Wars):

The sky really is that blue. I don't have tinting on my car.






And because LA people really do love our water, we have a Crystal Geyser bottling plant just outside of Olancha:





On the way into Olancha:



Obviously you can't tell, but there used to be a hotel here. I believe it was open during the early days of Owen's Valley. I'm not sure when, but the place was abandoned then I think about 10 years ago (probably more) the place burned down. The interesting bit about this location is that this is where my mother saw a ghost.

Before they had me, my mom and dad were driving down 395 late at night. As they rounded the corner just past the old hotel, which was simply abandoned at this point, mom said she saw this pink thing suddenly appeared in the middle of the highway. Mom said there is no way it was a plastic bag and in fact it looked like a woman. As they drove through it, it disappeared. I always say hi to the lady when I drive by.





I stopped by Koleetabot's place and watched "Three Amigos." It was hilarious. I've had "My Little Buttercup" stuck in my head all day.

Once I got home, I found this had been moved in:



I'm so in love with it. It's gorgeous. But it makes me sad to realize it was the last thread tying RS and I together. I miss him something terribly. I wish he would show up at my door, gather me up in a big bear hug, tell me he forgives me and say he understands. Silly dreams of a flippant girl, I suppose, but damnit I can still dream.