File Clerk by day, Lovesick Girl by..... day

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Raul Goes to Europe

So here's the deal- May: Costa Rica was Rica, but not as Rica as if with Rafa. But I'm not going to lie, I was a happy girl and felt quite at home.

June to Now: I'm working at a nice law firm, which is a fine enough way to pass my remaining time before law school, I suppose. It's not glamorous though; I copy, print, file, rinse and repeat. But I prefer it to the previous two weeks, when I indexed boxes. And I am the receptionist in the morning, so I won't name the firm to avoid prank calls.

Saturday, Raul left Costa Rica for Belgium to be with the stupid Youth Orchestra of the Americas. It's this idiotic idea where talented young musicians tour together in a show of Western Hemisphere spirit. I hate those fools, going all over Europe for free, getting free drinks and ass kisses from rich people.

Don't get all offended, I just miss Raul. It's so weird, because by the time I finish writing this, it will be almost midnight for me. That's past time for me to go to bed... and the time when Raul get's up. So it's like the sun never sets on my aching heart.

This brings me to the word of the day: Cheezy

Keke and indulged in some nice cheeses this weekend. We liked the buttery one, and I realized that snobs and I have more in common than I thought. It was like two slices of cheese for 10 dollars, but I felt obligated to pitch in after I spilled beer all over my favorite girl. (Although, seriously, it was the table's fault).

I'm feeling pensive lately, and I have lots of time on my hands. So maybe more will be happening here. No promises, though.