Went to LA this past weekend to visit UCLA. Since I'd already decided to go to Texas, that didn't happen so much. Fortunately, though, as much fun as I had, I feel more certain than ever that I made the right decision.
The first night I was there I came down with the stomach ache from hell (for a moment, I thought I might have appendicitis, the pain was so bad), so instead of doing anything fun, Katy and I went to 7-11, where we saw Steve Carrell. Clearly, it was the highlight of my trip, even though I was dying.
Above: Me bringing a little Boston flavor to the Hollywood sign.
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