Can't wait to see you!

Dear Julia,

It's a good thing we didn't send you that package, like a group of us were going to.  Because apparently mail doesn't actually REACH you in Peru.  Silly mail.  I guess you'll never know what I sent you...  Ok, it was a pair of peacock feather earrings like the ones you lost one of.  And it was a cute owl card with LOTS of writing which I probably should have made a copy of, because I forgot everything!

I'm home right now.  My finals, because they were all papers, were due on Tuesday a week ago (the day BEFORE finals period, lol).  So now I'm home for a week before going back to Providence on the 21st or something.  I wish you were going to be at Brown for the CCC vision dinner because then we could play some viola/flute duets (yes, I found some online...and I'm totally gonna buy them).  We shall play them sometime ANYWAY.  hehe.

We're all praying for you to have a safe trip back!

Love,
Jenni

Here's a Poem I Wrote in Middle School

Do you daydream of cantaloupe, bursting with rich orange flesh?

Or do you prefer those crunchy casabas, golden as sunshine when fresh?

Maybe it’s emerald honeydews, the glistening, soft juicy kind,

That rouse your insides to relish and quiver at even the scent of the rind.

With cantaloupe joined, what a heavenly match! From fruit bowls to drinks and snacks,

Bring them along for every occasion, to quell those melon attacks.

These are the foods of godhood, no doubt, not the lotus or nectar sublime.

Try some chameh, but patience preserve, remember: one bite at a time!

But watermelons … are simply the best, I’ll gleefully have to admit.

They’re hardy yet oh, so supple, they are; to melons I promptly submit.

From Klondike and Peacock and Charleston Gray, to neat Triple Sweet, which is seedless,

Such various melons, you ignorant lot, insist that you stop being heedless.

I’ll munch upon melons, in season and out, all day, even all the night long.

The crack of cool rinds, the dribbling of fruit, ring boldly, a rapturous song.

O beautiful melons, the first fruits of joy! For melons, I’ll rise up and stand.

Sumptuous, succulent, savory sweet; it’s melons indeed I demand!

I was a weirdo from a very early age.     - Scott

Spacy Invaders

Scott here.  I was perusing my photos when I noticed this one.  Remember that night last semester, Julia?  When you and Jenni refused to leave my room and forced me to shrivel into a somber ball in the corner of my bed?

NOT VERY NICE.  But then again, I should've known from that face...

Some photographic evidence

Jenni made mochi that she wished she could share with Julia:

There were MOUNTAINS of snow for a very long time.  They finally finished melting, but today it snowed AGAIN.  We are very put out.

The takeout containers build up in Jenni's room:

The first really warm day was 3/23 (right?)  Brown students tried to cover all the grass on the Main Green, as usual.

David ate bowl noodle soup:

Lorenna explained at weekly meeting that Scott used to have short hair.  Fortunately, she brought a picture to prove her statement.  Some people weren't sure whether this is really Scott!

Ryan played the zoom-out guessing game at CHC.  It was Pikachu!!!

Scott is still trying to look creepy:

We made truffles at a girl's night after weekly meeting.  It was Sheryl-vi's idea:

Worship Team misses you:

In fact, everyone misses you!  Stay safe and come back ASAP!! =)

In class

This is Scott. I'm sitting in my Counseling class in Boston right now and learning about cultural analysis.  My professor is mentioning theories of anthropology and it reminded me of you, Julia.  I figured that someone should really be updating this blog.  I'm being sneaky right now.  I'm typing, pretending that it's for class notes, but guess what?  It's not!

So is there anything new to tell Julia?  Ren started home groups and CHC is heavily involved with the East Side home group.  Anna is hosting, Lorenna is facilitating, David is teaching.  My role is napkin provider.

I had a cocktail party with Derek, David, and Jihoon for Derek's 21st.  It was a very responsible party.  The most surprising drink was the Oatmeal Cookie.  It really tasted like an oatmeal cookie!  Props go to Anna's cocktail book.

Jenni and I have been watching movies on the weekend.  One Saturday we watched Star Wars Episode 4 and last week we watched cuttlefish having sex.  Jenni is also a bad person because when she asked me for restaurant suggestions for visitors to take her out to dinner, she wanted to know what the most expensive ones in Providence were.

I've been applying for all sorts of crazy jobs during the past two months: milk man, bartender, private investigator, casino worker, third shift warehouse worker, data processor.  But it looks like God wants me to stay in ministry, because the only thing that's been opening up is that youth director position.  I'm going to be starting it up in the next week.  I'm excited.

Ok the prof just announced break.  I'm gonna go get McDonald's for dinner.  If you judge me then you're being bourgeois because my break is only 15 minutes and McDonald's is the closest restaurant.  Byebye

A Haiku for Julia, by Scott Yi

Anthropology
You have to travel abroad
To not be useless

Newport

Derek, David, and Jenni went to Newport on Saturday!  We all agreed that if you had been here, you would have come on our roadtrip with us.  It was David's first time in Newport.  Derek picked out this awesome restaurant with good cheap clam chowder and rolls.  Jenni got so excited when she saw the rolls that she slathered butter all over her hands.

The restaurant we graced with our presence.

David and Jenni found a very large bottle inside a glass case.  David helpfully tried to block it while Jenni tried to take the picture.

What we've been singing recently

Julia - The Beatles

Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia.

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering
In the sun

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

When I cannot speak my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia.

Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

Hum hum hum hum...calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia, Julia, Julia.


We didn't want you to miss what's going on back at your college home, so here is a blog for YOU to read.  Soon to be filled with pictures and stories.  We miss you and we've been praying for you!  Psalm 63:8.  Love and hugs. =)