ScarfinAugust

Absolutely nothing to do. I've filed all papers, stamped all outgoing mail and listened to all angry customers. And my motivation to be professional is completely shallow, so I'm listening to The Hush Sound instead of working. good sound. simultaneously playing receptionist and babysitter. Mes cousins are sitting here with me, decorating my desk calandar. They've grown bored with their portable DVD player... ...and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow, just eking out my measly pies. I watch the ice melt on the glass as the eloquent young pilgirms pass and leave behind their trail imploring us all not to fail of cours

I made it? I've been here since September and God only knows it's been an odd experience. Between working for my uncle and trying to avoid the caustic Los Angelites I've had quite enough of California. But Santa Maria is strangely endearing. I know my cousins much better than I ever would have had the chance to. I lived, dated and got dumped. And I learned more about corporate America than I ever thought I wanted to know. I will leave slightly jaded, slightly more motivated, and educated here and there.

My friend is very arrogant. My friend thinks he's seen the world and knows his way around. My friend thinks he's got influence. My friend is seriously mistaken. And even though he is such an asshole, he is still my friend, because I can't bring myself to dislike very many people. But he's so sheltered and I wonder what the day will be like when he realizes all his thoughts of his affluence fall apart.