dearest david, and others who might happen to see this

you might or might not have seen the lengthy comment david left on my last real post. in case you missed it, David said...

First off, did you always not capitalize things and I'm just now noticing it?

I feel like German encouraged rampant use of capital letters for me.

I am really curious how our experiences will overlap cause of being Americorps members. Did you have to read that incredibly long and ridiculous contract? We had it read to us by this guy in the office, who is almost as toneless as me. I'm half convinced it had nothing to do with the contract; it was just a test of our mental endurance.

Sidenote, semicolons? They're quickly becoming my favorite form of puncuation cause nobody gives them love. I mean I had to look them up to see exactly what they're used for, and I'm still not sure I'm doing it right.

I hope once you get into your job a little bit more that it becomes more fun and exciting. I definitely prefer the "working" world to college, and I put "working" in quotation marks not cause we don't work hard (I was in the office till 8:30 last night), but it's not really a work atmosphere. I mean I pulled my team aside yesterday to play Big Booty just cause everybody looked bored.

I am worried about you working/living with a bunch of girls. I know what it's like to be around mostly female coworkers from last year; there are definitely aspects I didn't enjoy, and you've always struck me as a guy's girl i.e. you're comfortable hanging out with guys, and they're comfortable with you.

i thought that some of this might be things other people would want to hear about (read: i didn't have a real post to make today but felt obligated to write something and this gives me an excuse) so i decided to share my comments out here, rather than in the comment section where few dare to tread.
note: there was also a comment about a molestache in there. i'll leave that one alone for the sake of clay's pride.

i tend not to capitalize things unless i feel like someone might be reading who would be offended by my laziness. maybe this is because i read too many e.e.cummings poems in high school. maybe it is because i grew up on instant messenger. maybe it is because i want my parents to cringe every time they think about paying for my english degree. you be the judge. long story short, i struggled with whether to use capital letters on this blog initially, but came to the decision that it's my blog. it's about me. and i don't really like capital letters. i don't think i'm going to use them.

i, too, love semicolons. so much so that i used them all the time in high school and made my a.p. teacher explode (again, i lovingly blame e.e.cummings). since then, i have invested a good deal of time in learning how to use them properly; i believe i understand it now. but i do so sparingly, for dramatic effect and whatnot.

if you don't know, david is a senior member of city year in columbia because i am an amazing friend and i changed his life by peer pressuring him into applying and he loved it. i don't really think that my experience "with americorps" will be the same, though, because although what we're doing here in new mexico is under the umbrella of americorps, our work placements are in outside organizations, and not within a structure set up by the americorps program. also, i don't have any co-workers who would be willing to play "big booty" with me. ever. no matter how bored we got. i work in a non-profit work atmosphere. there is a lot of time in front of a computer and answering telephones (which, by the way, i am so tempted to do by saying, "dunder-mifflin, this is pam.") and filing things. this will probably change some once we start building (in two weeks! eek!) but we'll see.

and finally, david weatherly, master of all insight, has struck upon my single greatest fear about this year: living with five other women. i don't really do girly things. if given a choice, i would rather not watch a romantic comedy. i hate nicholas sparks novels. i prefer belly laughs over giggles. generally, girls make me suspicious. i was raised with brothers--and even the girl cousins i had weren't exactly lady-like--and barbie-resistant parents, i spent all my free time with boys in high school (thanks drum-line!) and in college (thanks habit!), and it wasn't until jennifer brackett grover forced me to be friends with her that i had any real relationships with girls, ladies, or women. i relate to guys. i can talk to guys. i am petrified of this year. but so far, things are going well. maybe we're finally getting to the point in our lives when the petty girl things don't matter as much. maybe i'm starting to relate to people on the basis of being human, rather than sex. maybe i just don't know another living soul within 100 miles. no matter what the reason, and despite my not-so-miniscule hesitations, we're getting along as well as roommates can be expected to get along. sure, we argue or get stressed out every once in a while, but i mean, come on. there are six of us. working stressful jobs and not making any money at it. what do you want?

p.s. i am so glad to have friends that know me so well, who can anticipate the things that will make my life unpleasant before i'm fed up, that love me even though, historically, i could have gotten along better with a mountain lion than five girls. i guess what i'm trying to say is, at least my crystal gayle shirt hasn't been ruined. yet.

you can thank caleb for that allusion.

also, i found out this week, only 7 months behind the rest of the world, that the format broke up. i'm so sad.