"Well, if you could answer that, that would be great."
--Spencer Scribner, yelling at us all from the bathroom (where he spends a lot of time, yelling out his needs)

"You need to come up and see my Tron collection, Matt!"
"I bought you all of the Tron stuff you have."
"Yeah! You need to come see it!"
-Spen, again, and Matt

today i walked into my new job and got to meet some of the people. there are like, 3 men, whose names i have already forgotten, but one was wearing a sweater that didn't match his dress shirt, so that made me pretty happy. also there is my boss, who looks very young, and her assistant manager, who is always sick, but looks a little bit like jenny lewis, which is always cool in a person. so two weeks from now i am excited to learn all of their stories.

my jeans are turning everything around me blue. mostly my hands, though. probably i should fix that.

"I am going somewhere, but it will be boring. Do you want to come?"
"Sure!"
-Me, and then Spenc. We have a good false-sibling relationship.

"Yes, I think it's an emotion...like joy, or spicy food."
-Veronica Palmer, Better Off Ted

I spent most of all day yesterday in bed, watching that show, which was half great, but also half awful, because of feeling so sick all day. I was able to get up for half an hour at some point and go to the orthodontist, which was encouraging because he is a Christian, and is always asking me about how things are going at the Rock. I also stopped off at the library for foreign film, so that is what I will be doing with the rest of my sick day.

I think what I always write about is school, which is getting old, so let me just say this: that next semester is going to be sixteen credit hours of no life. But I will be getting done sooner, I suppose, so that is a blessing.

Still so much I want to say, but I can't really put it into words. These next few months will be an adventure, in life, in relationship, in art, and in all of the beautiful (and probably hard) things God is teaching me.


Spencer is watching a movie in the other room (he is sick, too), and it keeps singing: "We've got the treasure hunting fever...for LOVE." What does that even mean?

i finally got a good grade on a paper i wrote for my medieval lit. class, so now i feel alright about school. except that i finish one big project, and get a bigger one immediately after. i guess that's what i get for being an english major. my whole life feels like classes now, because of all the procrastinating i did last weekend.


anyways. spencer has started doing this great thing, where, when you are leaving, he will run out the door after you, possibly two or three times, and tell you a joke that he forgot to earlier. it's actually really cute.

spencer does this funny thing when you are reading out loud with him, where he just fires out words if he doesn't know what something says. like, if the word is concept, and he doesn't want to sound it out, he says just about every other word that starts with c in the english language. it's pretty odd. he has a bigger vocabulary than most of the kids i've ever met.



this semester has already proved itself super tough in one week, but i think i can handle it. mainly just critical theory is kicking my butt, because of nothing i read making sense. it's like, only french guys, and it's like they got together at their french school, and said,

'hey, let's say a bunch of really obscure stuff, that undergrad students in america will have to spend, like, hours reading.'

so that part is kind of annoying. the rest of school life isn't really so bad though. i love walking all around the campus while it is still warm.

another funny thing is that i have been working more hours than ever before, which means i have a lot more customers that recognize me all of the time. like a man today that scolded me, saying, 'hey, i thought you were in school!' i guess it is nice that he was reminding me that i do that, except i never remember telling this man about school before. or really i don't even remember this man, with his short hair and sunglasses. mainly the people i remember go like this:
old. quiet. write checks real slow. smile. goodbye. repeat.
but they are cute in their routines, like 'sage'. i don't know if that is his name, but his checks say that and he is an ADORABLE little asian man who was also a world war two veteran, or a veteran of some war, because he wears the hats. anyways. sage comes in only on wednesdays and i have come to look forward to his smiling face. one day work will be more exciting stories; but for now, this is what keeps me going.

i am happy right now, truly, even though everything is crazy and messy. God sometimes makes us give things up to Him when we don't feel like we are ready to. And it's never bad.

and some things that Spenc has been saying to me recently:

on body parts:

"That is the thing I hate about eyes."

on my life:
"Do you feel like a kid again?" -after taking a break from watching a meteor shower to jump on the trampoline

and, to the eight year-old boy inside of me:
"Have you ever had to poop and throw up at the same time?"

Last night I went to a wedding reception in a backyard, for a couple that I've never met. Also, so did 600 other people, so there was a lot of waiting in lines. The bride was half Polynesian, too, so there was a lot of dancing. And, by dancing I mean us watching people do various hulas, and the haka, and people putting dollar bills in their clothes. All in all it was an interesting night. But, sorry, I am never inviting 600 people to my wedding.

And here are some quotes I have been saving up in my head:

"I was about to tell him, 'yeah, you look like you'd like the cold'."

-Moriah, telling me how she was planning to start a conversation with a bald man, who was evesdropping on us at a wedding.

"You and Noah (Hahn) will have to hang out sometime soon."

"Yeah....I want to go to Texas. I hear there are rattlesnakes there."

-Me, and then Spencer Scribner.

"Mikey, prepare to enter Halo."

-Nick, walking onto the bridge of the Wells Fargo building.

"Wait, do you know those people?"

--Spencer Scribner, after leaving a house we had been at for an hour.