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i've been meaning to update this damn thing the entire summer, but have always had too much i wanted to write and not enough time to get it all in [and my entries are already entirely too long to begin with].
so this next week is my last at work, and the following days will be my last in california for the summer. it has been quite an interesting and certainly valuable experience working at liberty woods, where we profit from wholesale destruction of the rainforest that consequently deprives the inhabitants of their beloved domicile. that part doesn't matter too much to me though, i've always been at odds with animals anyway. well, except for, of course, ducks and michael's little menagerie, whose constituents are small enough to be cute and inoffensive. especially that crazy-ass calico cat of his.
i now know that regardless of whether i end up there, the office life is by no means the one for me. is it for anybody? in fact, working indoors for set hours is already pushing the envelope, but i suppose there has to be some measure of organization in how businesses and such operate. do all people dream of living a nomadic life filled with adventure, only to wake up one day and realize that they are consumed by what happens between the hours of 9 and 5? dear god. it's like almost like "a christmas carol," where i get to see into a potentially horrible future, but have the luxury of knowing that i still have the time and ability to turn it all around.
other than that, i don't think i've spent more than one weekend in san diego. i've been in either los angeles, dallas, or san jose for my weekends. i've not been to the beach too often, and not at the right time or long enough to acquire that delicious tan. whatever shades i've taken on are entirely from laying out next to the pool at our work [yes, the facilities do include a pool!]. which is pretty lame for being in san diego.
probably the most interesting thing that i've run into here are the people. my experience is limited because i spend pretty much 24/7 with my brother. i mean, literally. we work together, i go everywhere with him, we even used to share the futon at the other apartment downtown [we moved to north san diego county, i.e. suburbia, in mid-july]. so i haven't really had the opportunity to venture out on my own. in fact, my experience is so limited that i can list for you the people i've met and what i remember about them:
karush - a george mason student i met on the train from l.a. union station to north hollywood. he's taking a road trip with a friend, and they were 24 days in starting from virginia. he's a nice guy who showed me crazy pictures of his trip thus far.
luca and george - two of three incredibly beautiful italian boys i met at the amtrak station in santa ana. they are university students in italy studying english in santa barbara for the summer. they were coming back from the us open surf competition at huntington beach. we talked for quite a while about all sorts of things while waiting for our respective trains on the platform [unfortunately we were taking trains in different directions]. i lacked the foresight to solicit or leave any kind of contact information. dammit. if any of you ever run into these guys, tell them i'm looking for them.
dave - a guy at my work. he's around my brother's age, and works in sales. heather's met him. he's kind of shady, as all salesmen are, but he's also cute and has a wicked sense of humor. literally. my brother tries his best to keep me as far away from him as possible, and it's really evident and awkward, but i talked to him a lot and even went to lunch with him while my brother was in peru. to top it off, he has a very bold personality and an adorably heavy southern accent [he's from florida]. i think i like this guy.
oh and then yesterday i met this guy named frank at the beach while my brother was surfing. it was kind of weird and creepy because he was trying to talk to me and i was all alone and couldn't really get away. i mean, he was nice, but i just really wanted to be left alone. he also didn't take the trouble to try to hide the fact that he was trying to get me to go out on a date with him. it was a really weird experience for me because, as a plain and not particularly attractive girl, i'm rarely in these kinds of situations. as a result, i don't know how to get out of them unscathed. sadly, i caved and acceded to his request for my number out of pity, but not before letting him know that i had a brother who was ready to kick his ass and a boyfriend at home. i also plan on screening my calls and changing phones when i go to new york, so eh. i just really didn't know how to handle it.
i mean, gracious, to tell you the truth, it feels weird for me to even say i have a boyfriend. it either comes off juvenile or... i don't know, i just picture a stupid girl rattling off about "yeah my boyfriend teehee like totally LOL" can't i use another, less ridiculous-sounding word? apparently "partner" has already been taken. does any of this make sense? sigh, once a loser, always a loser.
anyway, once again, i write an entry long enough for a book and i've lost my audience. not to worry, you'll hear these stories again in person in about another week.
so this next week is my last at work, and the following days will be my last in california for the summer. it has been quite an interesting and certainly valuable experience working at liberty woods, where we profit from wholesale destruction of the rainforest that consequently deprives the inhabitants of their beloved domicile. that part doesn't matter too much to me though, i've always been at odds with animals anyway. well, except for, of course, ducks and michael's little menagerie, whose constituents are small enough to be cute and inoffensive. especially that crazy-ass calico cat of his.
i now know that regardless of whether i end up there, the office life is by no means the one for me. is it for anybody? in fact, working indoors for set hours is already pushing the envelope, but i suppose there has to be some measure of organization in how businesses and such operate. do all people dream of living a nomadic life filled with adventure, only to wake up one day and realize that they are consumed by what happens between the hours of 9 and 5? dear god. it's like almost like "a christmas carol," where i get to see into a potentially horrible future, but have the luxury of knowing that i still have the time and ability to turn it all around.
other than that, i don't think i've spent more than one weekend in san diego. i've been in either los angeles, dallas, or san jose for my weekends. i've not been to the beach too often, and not at the right time or long enough to acquire that delicious tan. whatever shades i've taken on are entirely from laying out next to the pool at our work [yes, the facilities do include a pool!]. which is pretty lame for being in san diego.
probably the most interesting thing that i've run into here are the people. my experience is limited because i spend pretty much 24/7 with my brother. i mean, literally. we work together, i go everywhere with him, we even used to share the futon at the other apartment downtown [we moved to north san diego county, i.e. suburbia, in mid-july]. so i haven't really had the opportunity to venture out on my own. in fact, my experience is so limited that i can list for you the people i've met and what i remember about them:
karush - a george mason student i met on the train from l.a. union station to north hollywood. he's taking a road trip with a friend, and they were 24 days in starting from virginia. he's a nice guy who showed me crazy pictures of his trip thus far.
luca and george - two of three incredibly beautiful italian boys i met at the amtrak station in santa ana. they are university students in italy studying english in santa barbara for the summer. they were coming back from the us open surf competition at huntington beach. we talked for quite a while about all sorts of things while waiting for our respective trains on the platform [unfortunately we were taking trains in different directions]. i lacked the foresight to solicit or leave any kind of contact information. dammit. if any of you ever run into these guys, tell them i'm looking for them.
dave - a guy at my work. he's around my brother's age, and works in sales. heather's met him. he's kind of shady, as all salesmen are, but he's also cute and has a wicked sense of humor. literally. my brother tries his best to keep me as far away from him as possible, and it's really evident and awkward, but i talked to him a lot and even went to lunch with him while my brother was in peru. to top it off, he has a very bold personality and an adorably heavy southern accent [he's from florida]. i think i like this guy.
oh and then yesterday i met this guy named frank at the beach while my brother was surfing. it was kind of weird and creepy because he was trying to talk to me and i was all alone and couldn't really get away. i mean, he was nice, but i just really wanted to be left alone. he also didn't take the trouble to try to hide the fact that he was trying to get me to go out on a date with him. it was a really weird experience for me because, as a plain and not particularly attractive girl, i'm rarely in these kinds of situations. as a result, i don't know how to get out of them unscathed. sadly, i caved and acceded to his request for my number out of pity, but not before letting him know that i had a brother who was ready to kick his ass and a boyfriend at home. i also plan on screening my calls and changing phones when i go to new york, so eh. i just really didn't know how to handle it.
i mean, gracious, to tell you the truth, it feels weird for me to even say i have a boyfriend. it either comes off juvenile or... i don't know, i just picture a stupid girl rattling off about "yeah my boyfriend teehee like totally LOL" can't i use another, less ridiculous-sounding word? apparently "partner" has already been taken. does any of this make sense? sigh, once a loser, always a loser.
anyway, once again, i write an entry long enough for a book and i've lost my audience. not to worry, you'll hear these stories again in person in about another week.