I'm back from my L.A. trip. I thought I should blog about all my zany adventures and feelings. So here goes:

1. We (me, my dad, and my mom) left Thusday to go to my brother's USC graduation. We stopped in some place I believed called Buttonfield (that's what my dad called it) and got some McDonald's. I thought it was funny that on the wall, they had a "Chicken McNugget Sauce Policy", where 4-6 pieces gets 1 sauce packet, but 10-20 pieces gets 2 sauce packets. Each additional sauce packet is $.10. I never saw that rule before, and that assumed me quite a bit.

2. We stopped twice during our trip down and both times ran into a group of kids heading down to Disneyland. The first group was from high school, and the second group was a middle school. I was sitting in the car while my parents used the restroom, and I noticed some of those high school girls were looking at me (they were giving me the Powerwong scan). And by the looks of their scans, they seemed impressed by me. And I said to myself, they should be impressed, it's not everyday they get the privelege of viewing a real life city boy in the flesh who lives in the "cuts of Sunset" and shops at the "ghetto Gap."

3. I did get to drive a few hours on the trip down Interstate 5. It was pretty fun and dog gone hard. I was driving a slow 80 (which is 50 MPH faster than I normally drive, and those of you that have been in my car know what I mean). But while I had the chance to stare out the window while my dad drove, I noticed there was so much open land being wasted, and here we are in SF, fighting and paying $800,000 for a cubicle in the Sunset. I'm thinking about buying a few hundred thousand acres for cheap and starting my own city. It will be called Allanville (or Loserville for Alex), and everyone can make their own rules. I'm sure Bingo Monday and No-Pants Thursday will be a hit in my city.

4. One thing is for sure, I'm glad I went on the trip. It was hard for me to give up the past few days because finals is this Wednesday and I didn't get a chance to use my weekend to study (I'm insecure about my grades and school). But just seeing my brother on stage and having them call out "Dr. David Lem" almost made me cry like a school girl. I knew I had to be there for my brother, and I'm glad I did. That's one of the few moments where I was most proud of him (the other was when he said "Hi" to Rob Schneider).

5. After the graduation, lots of his friends came up to him to take pictures with him, give him some hugs, and say goodbye. And I tell you what, there were some good looking girls (there was also a girl in the audience one row behind me that I gave the ol' Powerwong glimpse at but I won't go there right now). Lots of them even knew me by name, even though I never saw them before (shows how much of a stud my brother is). One girl handed me a graduation program and said, "Hey, you're Dave's brother! You look just like him!" And I stopped and said, "Why yes, yes I am." Also, I was talking to some guy from my brother's L.A. church, and he asked me who was older (Dave is older by 6 years fyi). Guess not shaving for two weeks adds 6 years.

6. Afterwards, we stopped by Beverly Hills to have dinner at that rich white place like I said. It was called Four Seasons, and it was so fancy it makes Robin Leach look like a prick. Anyway, I figured I'd have to show that place a little San Fran style, so I decided I was either going to not tuck in my shirt, or wear my sneakers instead of dress shoes. Since tucking in is easier than changing shoes, I tucked and went with the white sneakers to match my blue button shirt and black dress pants. I did put on my glasses just to look smart (but we all know I don't need glasses to look smart because I'm smart to begin with). They kept changing our plates and even gave us hot towels to wash our hands. There was this one girl who walked in and my brother told me to check her out. I did, and she was wearing the shortest skirt ever made. It was so short it looked like she was just wearing a long t-shirt. Nothing wrong with that.

7. L.A. people do suck. And Beverly Hills people are snobby. I love S.F., no doubt about that. I'm just glad I didn't grow up in Beverly Hills, or else I might have been raised like those guys I saw over the weekend. I'm glad to be me.

8. Me and my bro were driving down L.A. and all of a sudden, this guy in a car passes us, and we BOTH thought it was Wayne from church. HAHA, Wayne. That guy cracks me up. Then U2 started playing on the radio, and we agreed that was the "L.A. Wayne." I'm telling you, in Bizarro World, there's a replica of everybody!

9. In L.A., there's a grocery chain the equivalent of Safeways called "Ralph's." HAHA.

10. I took a ton of pictures, but Dave has the digital camera and I'll post them on my website the first week of June. Let's just say...I got a little wacko with Jacko's Hollywood star.

So it's time for finals. I'm glad I went to see my bro's big moment. Looks like I'll have to cram the next two days to be ready for my finals, but it was worth it because I know Dave would've done the same for me. Hope everyone does well in their finals, thanks for reading, and God bless.