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so sunday ended up being really good, as i had resolved. lily, antonio, jackson & i baked a cake. it ended up being a pretty ugly cake but it tasted great. we transported it to rancho park and ate it on some tables near the weakest barbeque ever. there were seriously like five persians smoking cigarettes around a pit, grilling the sorriest looking sausages. i can pretty much assure you that at least one of them was drunk and none of them were having fun. fast forward a few hours: lily, antonio & i went to noodle planet, but not before we had a nice throwback jam session that centered on usher's song "you don't have to call," which in retrospect is actually a lot more apt that i had previously thought it to be. today i was somehow convinced by lily that taking her giant crazy dogs on a hike through runyon canyon was a good idea and ended up tired, dusty, and covered in dog slobber. the plus side, however - i discovered the bean dip i would marry if i could ever marry a bean dip. i am seriously in love. some hours later, changed and american beauty'd, a group of us went to the stand for dinner where i ate a hot dog that fell apart after two bites. then lily & i searched for a former classmate-cum-somebody's baby's daddy on the internet to no avail. oh did i mention that several times this weekend i eschewed social interactions to re-read maus i & ii for the first time since i wrote that book report on them in eighth grade? basically i chose the holocaust over going to a party or talking to my friends. yeah!