  …I’m the only living person in Glendora. Excuse the melodramatic lyric quoting. Today has been only slightly more prosperous than the days before it. Many a person called, many a nice conversation was had. Joey has a friend, Will, who calls relentlessly until my brother finally accepts his calls.
My parents hate him, sighting him as a “bad influence”. Good god, open your eyes, parents! My brother has become nocturnal over this vacation. He sleeps until seven and stays up all the night smoking pot. Last night I went to the laundry room near his room and it reeked of his little hobby. He has no shame. I think I am becoming one of those obnoxious people who talks about her dogs too much. I have two, Lucy and Rosie. I do, admittedly, recognize the fact that they are not actual people and subsequently I should not think of them as such. Lucy is a twelve-year-old Brittany Spaniel without a tail (it’s actually quite common among Brittanys, though) She had puppies halfway through her life, a surprise to almost everyone. Our vet had advised us she couldn’t have any. The result was five gorgeous Brittany/ retriever pups.
We kept Rosie, who is perhaps the most beautiful dog in existence. I talked with my brother about where he wanted to live when he graduates from UW after watching Full House with him. He frustrates me because he thinks and decides things so directly. He must be the kind of person who thinks in complete thoughts. He rationalizes everything so that it works for him… he thinks what he thinks with defined points as to why he arrived at such decisions. Maybe I’m jealous of that, because I think so ir rationally. Affectionately…Anna 
