Boxes

There's really nothing that beats sitting on the couch with the windows open while it's raining with a bowl of Blue Bell ice cream. It's a relief to know that God is sending precipitation to ease Colorado's drought and quench the fires! You all should have seen us on the 4th of July. It smelled like smoke everywhere, and the air was all hazy. It was nasty. However, today and yesterday, the skies finally opened up and have been spilling torrential downpours periodically without warning.

This is a picture of the word "Rain."

Ashley and I both had to work yesterday when it was raining like I haven't seen it rain in over a year. You'd all have a laughed watching us try and run out to our cars without getting our bags wet! I'd so brilliantly left my sketchbook, camera, Sour Patch Kids, peach rings, and Harry Potter book in my canvas backpack after I'd spent the morning at her house, and that plan sort of backfired onto me. The Deathly Hallows are now slightly wrinkled. Like a sixty-year-old man. 

Um, so anyway, I'd like to thank all the people out there that prayed for the rain to put out our wildfires. We all greatly appreciate it! Although, I'd encourage everyone to still pray for those who have lost their homes.
I'd also ask you to pray for the son of my co-worker, Chuy, who has been the bartender ever since I first started working at the restaurant two years ago. His son's name is Matteo and he had a brain tumor which was cancerous, and he was recently released from the hospital the other day, but is going back in for more surgery soon. Chuy is the sweetest guy I've ever met, and I've sort of seen him as a big brother figure at work, so it tears me apart to see him so sad and tired all the time. Please pray!

This is a picture of OCD.

In other news, I've spent the entire day registering for the ACT test and filling out online applications for different colleges, cowering the internet for good psychology programs at decently-priced schools.
It was funny, when I was filling out the interest inventory on the ACT website this morning, my mom caught me giggling about the things they put down. You were supposed to check one of three boxes for each choice: Like, indifferent, or dislike, and they had things like, "Draw a cartoon", or "help someone make an important decision."
At first, I thought this was kind of okay and normal, until I came to one that said, "Put things in boxes."
I laughed.
"What?" my mom asked, across from me on the other couch with a book about Nazis.
I explained to her what I was doing, and said, "I just...I just like to pack things into...boxes!"
She laughed.
I put both hands out in front of me and shook them like I couldn't resist picking things up. "What's this? The tissue box is empty? Pack it. PACK THE BOX."
Kristen appeared on the balcony and gave us a weird look, which was probably deserved, because we were just sitting in the family room dying of laughter, I myself making retarded-seal hand gestures.
"What are you guys doing?"
We explained, and she said slowly, "...I like to pack things into boxes."
Needless to say, mother and I could not contain ourselves. People with OCD, how we love them.
"Do you want to make birdhouses, too, Kristen??"

This is a picture of Boulder, Colorado.

But anyway, I've been sort of unsuccessful at finding a college out of state that isn't going to cost me a hand and a foot to attend, but I've learned that Colorado State University, where my sister goes, does not, in fact, have a better Psychology program than CU Boulder. Boulder is a party school. And they have a city-wide marijuana day. Does this sound safe to you? No, not really. I could end up with dreads and a drug rug and a recorder and play unimpressive music on the sidewalk next to some Gypsy selling jewelry he made out of tin cans.
There's always Moody Bible Institute. But you have to be impressive there.

Oh, also, this kid at my youth group, JT, and I led worship together with his guitar and my cello, and it was sick. My youth pastor's last day was Thursday, and for now, our senior pastor, Harlan, will be filling in until we get a new one. It makes me really sad, but I'm really excited for him and his family! They get to go back home to New Hampshire so that he can go back to college on a full ride scholarship. Awesome? Awesome.

In the mean time, maybe we'll do something fun at youth group. Like play the Hunger Games, bwahaha.