What a DAY!

Yesterday was one of the best summer days in SB. It started at about 10 am when Joe and I went to get an electric pump for the day's entertainment. A 12 ft. in diameter water trampoline and a 8ish ft. inflatable boat with ores. We all: Tanner, Joe, Ryan, Craig, and I got ready with guac. PB and J, drinks, granola bars, etc. We arrived at east beach and spent about 30 minutes blowing up the trampoline just on the side of the road. After putting on sunscreen and eating we set out towards the nearest bouey. Ryan and I rowed as the others swam alongside the tramp. We hooked the two around a bouy and went crazy. The tramp was very hard to get on when you are in the water, so it was quite a workout. A guy named Ricky who was playing in the VB tournament swam out ot us just to check it out and say hi. He was a mechanical engineer who went to school at cal poly. How random and cool. We then relaxed and played some king of the hill. Which was pretty dang sweet. After some more activities we decided to row out to a boat/ship. We asked the only guy aboard if we could come up and check it out. His name was Ezra and he and his family lived on the boat. He was 19 and has been boating for over 2 years. We were are so excited to be on the boat and learning about what it is like not only to live like that but also how to navigate a boat that big. It was AWESOME. After a little while we got back on are more deflated boat and trampoline, gave him our numbers so he could hang out if he came into town, as he had no idea when his parents would come back. The rest of the beach day included Joe burying Craig up to his head while standing up, playing vollayball, and watching intense backgammon. Afterwards, we had pizza at our apartment, with Heather and Becca, Tanner and Joe's girlfriend and fiancee and we watched Parenthood! Can you beat that??? Despite my picture I really was having a blast.

I'm Moody

Today was just one of those days when you are kind of irritable the whole day. I was pretty frustrated with how I acted in some situations. I was realy mean but I was just kind of thoughtless and didn't hold my tongue well. I hope I can forgive myself for acting unloving today. It is difficult sometimes for me to understand times when I am just flat out being rude, or whether there is a good reason for my frustration, or whether my discomfort is really just my introverted spirit that is screaming for alone time. I think the third happens more frequently because I can tend o feel like people aren't respecting my alone time which really isn't their problem, but my lack of communication about them. But nevertheless, I think I can just easily get mad or frustrated when I need my space and for some reason can't get it. I could use prayer that I would be able to use that time wisely and would be able to come out of it refreshed and with a renewed sense of patience and joy to enter my more interacting side of life. I think a good sleep will do me good too if I don't stay up way too late playing Adventure Quest (thanks John :))

Back to SB

Today, I returned back to my summer home of Santa Barbara, CA. It was so great being home and getting to spend time with each and every one of my family members. I also got to see a lot of my extended family which was such a blessing as I was only in CO for 6 full days. Today my sisters, dad and I played tennis with all my cousins minus one. It was a lot of fun getting to see them all and creating chaos on the tennis courts. It was also more difficult to say goodbye I think, because it was such a good time at home. The flight was pretty smooth despite some bouncy turbulence near the cities of departure and arrival, but it was really cool looking out at the clouds in the sky. It is just fascinating looking at those massive and heavy clumps of moisture in the sky that seem to hang there as if held up by strings from the heavens. It really blew me away thinking how intricate and confusing nature really is.
However, it is good to be back. I was really glad to see almost all of my friends tonight, minus John, Drew, Adam, and Brandon. I realized that I missed them since I was gone for a whole week, and a few of them had trips of their own during the week. One thing I don't miss though is the crazy life of California. It is definitely a different world from Westcliffe. I could go a day without hearing a car in Westcliffe, but I can't avoid the noise when I am here. It was pretty stressful as I pulled out onto the highways today. I almost felt like I had to become a different person. This sounds pretty intense but it was kind of true. I was anxious and nervous on the busy roads trying to fight for spots between cars, passing traffic, getting blocked when I put my blinker on to switch lanes.
It was a pretty weird feeling. I told myself that I would never life in Southern California during that moment. It may be true, something like the traffic could deter me from living here, but then again I am a feeler, and the feeling has yet to linger very strongly for more than about 6 hours so who knows. But, it is almost 2 AM CO time and I think that means I need to hit the hay. Goodnight/Goodmorning world.

Lake of the Clouds

Since my last post was really long, I will try to keep this a little shorter. Today my dad and I did a 9+ mile hike in a little under 4 hours. It was really cool trying to see how quickly we could make the trip. Kind of a family, beat the clock, competitive type thing you know. But anyways it was really awesome. We crossed Something Creek, I wish could remember what it was called, and it was pretty big. There were some cool places to go camping at and even fishing if not at the lake at the top. It was beautiful seeing some of the waterfalls along the way. There was also a bunch of horse poop due to the fact that there was a 13 person horsebacking group that we met up at the top. There were two lakes with a smalll waterfall section from one to the other. It was cool talking to my dad, and eating up there at about 10,000 feet. The fish were jumping like crazy in the lake, as there were tons of bugs out. It was really fun to watch almost like a symphony, or planned out event, as fish after fish would jump. They would jump at different heights and some would merely break the surface. It was really fun to do this hike and especially with my dad. We also got to meet up with my grandparents, cousins Gabe, Michael, Erika, and Rudy as well as Erika and Rudy's parents Mike and Melissa, my dad's sister. We went downtown to Pizza Madness. I was great seeing my cousins and catching up on there lives. I always felt like it was mostly just important for them to see me, but I realized I had missed them all too so it was really great. I found myself trying to find out a lot of stuff about my cousins in a short period of time. I was pissed however to find out that both Gabe who is a Sophomore in HS and Rudy who is a Freashman were both taller than me. That was humbling. Their family also came over to our house afterwards and played Apples to Apples for a couple hours which was really fun and competitive. Not a surprise to those of you who know our family well. Overall, pretty damn good day.

Day of Solitude

So today I took my day of solitude as suggested by the Student Life staff in preparation for becoming an RA. I was telling my friend Stacey last night that I hadn't really thought about doing it unless it was a strong feeling, and yesterday I thought it would be great to do it while I am here up in the mountains with nothing but the creek to hear.
The long and short of it is that it was a really great idea. It was pretty hard starting off at first wondering how I would spend six hours alone, amidst flies, lots of pollens, without music, a book, etc.. and I also didn't really feel like praying which was frustrating, because I wanted to do that for most of the time, So I just decided to meander on our 14 acres and into the neaghboring properties. It was cool acquainting myself with our property and know much better where certain aspen groves, or the rock wall were.
I finally made my way back across the creak and down to a spot where my little cousin and I had stopped cleaning the creek about a year ago. Olivia was a trooper then as we wnet all the way down the stream moving rocks, muck, twigs, etc...in the freezing cold water. We even had a few fish brush up against us. But back to today, I stopped at our final spot and sat down for a while and ate my banana. I finally felt like praying and it was really cool, because my mind went directly to my future RA staff next year, as I hadn't really prayed much for each person or the group as a whole much.
I then proceeded back across the stream and into the aspen grove where I did some name carving in the aspen and layed down to rest my eyes, never actually falling asleep as I was tormented by flies who liked to land on my face. I saw some of the coolest bugs such as a few bumblebees that were about an each long and could probably eat me, I also saw an orange bee that was a bit smaller that I had never seen. I watched and scared off a chipmunk and fed some fish that I named.
The fish were quite entertaining. I had gone back to my spot by the creek but this time sat on a stone by itself surrpounded by water. I had some worship songs come to my head so I figured I might as well sing them out loud until I was startled by a greenback cutthroat that leaped out of the water to catch a fish. His name is Wayne. As I kept singing more fish came out from under a tree covering adding up to a total of five. The coolest part was that I had earlier been cursing the flies, but later saw that they aren't necessarily devil, but serve a purpose. I would kill them if I could when they landed on me (I think I managed to hit myself in the nose, ear, temple, and forehead just trying to kill those damn bugs) and threw them into the stream. They would float lifelessly a little ways if I had thrown them the right distance, and.....up would pop my fish friends. I fed Winston, Jane, and Jenny, but was not able to give William any food, because he was the stupid one of the bunch. Winston even swam about a foot away from me after he ate the fly I threw to him. It was pretty cool.
Some other cool stuff that I thought about during the day was how I think that the water in a stream is kind of like a person. At least I could relate to it. I saw how it never stayed in one place, it was always moving and mixing with the water around it which we could call "other people" The water would sometimes glide over the rocks very easily, but sometimes it would crash into the rocks or splash around. I think this is kind of how life is. Sometimes it is calm and peaceful and you can't see anything happen, but sometimes it is so trecherous or tumultuous at times. But the cool thing about creeks is the beautiful sounds and glimmering light shines mostly when the water is going over the rocks and not during the times of peace. Maybe this is how our relationship with God is. The most beautiful during the hard times. But these times are typically followed by places of quiet and peace. It is also interesting to not that just like people we can see the ripples or the waves on the surface of the water, but from above we cannot see how the water is swirling and moving underneath the surface. I think that so many people can be judged by what we see on the outside such as our actions or words, but what truly makes the difference is when someone looks through that and knows there is more going on underneath. It's amazing what God can teach me through a little stream.
After the fish feeding I proceeded to the edge of our property where my friend Tim and I had chased a few coyotes who would not shut up. I got a bit nervous wondering if they frequented that area. I am pretty sure I would get my butt kicked if a few coyotes wanted to eat me. But let's not talk about that or the fact that our neighbors had seen two beers between our properties about a week ago.
Another cool thing that I thought about was how I don't really know if I am very good at living in the present. I have tons of thoughts and such about how great it is to live in the present, and how we should live in the present, bla bla bla, but I never really have thought about whether I do that well. I don't think I do really. I have recently noticed how easily I get bored. I love to move from one thing of entertainment to another, one movie, to a new game, to a new book, etc... But I think sometimes I forget to live in the moment. I wonder if living in the moment it living as if God was physically there. I find that the times I am content in the present are when I can feel the Lord there with me. I don't necessarily think it at the time, but I think it is true. Maybe, if I can remember that God is ALWAYS with me I can be more content being there. I mean who would want to skip one activity if as soon as they did so the Lord, disappeared. I know he doesn't but I want to be content knowing he is there. He is in the people around me, the conversation that is going on. He affects all these things, so I think maybe being in the present is recognizing THE presence.
To everyone who has read or commented on my blog, thanks! I love hearing all of your comments and knowing that you are reading about my life. I feel very loved by your support so thanks so much. I only hope you all know that I cherish you all as well. Peace

Westcliffe

Yawn-
So I slept about 12 hours last night after I finished Blue Like Jazz, which was amazing just like the last time I read it and forgot everything it was about. But anyways, I just had a great day. I did some reading went into town and dropped of my mom at the gym, I got some coffee from the Wicked Witch of the West, went into some interesting shops with lots of ticky-tack crap, you know like the $300 sculptures that have wolves and eagles and such on them and are reminiscent of a Thomas Kinkade picture. Pretty hoaky if you ask me, but it is great for some people. I also, bought a really sweet Black cowboy hat. My mother and I also had a good talk as we took a longer way back to the house and she showed me where elk tend to be during the evenings. It was cool to hear about all the stuff my parents have learned about this new home of theirs. Well, I don't have much else, to say. It was just a fun relaxing day, and my dad and I played some backammon, and my mom and dad and I watched the movie Once, which was pretty good which I know Barret likes bacause of the babe Marketa. Okay well peace.

High Mountain Hay Fever

So today was a pretty sweet day. I saw the love of my life, I think her name was Jenny Lynn Gardner who was the most amazing mandolin player I have ever seen. She had a great smile and beautiful brown hair and she was probably only a couple years older than me. She was really fing good at the mandolin and I could not believe it! Anyways I tried to find a way to talk to her when I went over to her band's booth (The Bradley Walker Band) to buy a CD but she was not there and I missed any other chance I had. Maybe next year I will see her and ask for her hand. jk, but seriously. Oh yeah, I forgot to say where I was. I was at the High Mountain Hay Fever Bluegrass Festival with bands such as Alecia Nugent and Co., Dry Branch Fire Squad, The Corndrinker, Laurie Lewis and the Right Hands, and many more. The guy who founded the group Union Station was there apparently and a few grammy winners played at the festival as well. So despite Westcliffe's size and such, it is pretty famous when good ol' country/bluegrass music about lost love, Jesus, green pastures, and alcohol comes around. It was such a fun time being around such an eclectic group of people, the majority of whom looked like they just stepped off their ranch. There was hootin and hollerin and crepes and tacos, and beer and icecream. Also, to all the boys out there who came to Westcliffe last winter, my parents told me today that the infamous pub had some action this past month I believe, when an angered man who was not allowed to take his beer out, left the Pub and came back with a gun and waved it around in the store. Sounds like that Pub always has some exciting stories just attached to it. Okay, well I am enjoying the serenity of this place, the soft swishing of the creek, the beautiful flowers, the mountains, the silence, my family, books, a fire, and backgammon. May it give me peace and a break from the more busy life of SB. God bless

The Trip to CO, Into the Wild, and more

Well,
I am officially here in our beautiful home in Westcliffe, CO. It is 10:50 here which means only 9:50 CA time so I am ready for my night to begin, but my sisters are in bed reading and my dad is asleep. So...although I am whining about my family's sleeping schedule it is a perfect time for me to do some blogging!!!!!! Hell yeah!!!! Today has been a day of change. I typically welcome change in my life despite the strees that it can cause. I started this morning at about 8:30 and got ready to drive about 2 hours down to Ontario, CA for my flight. God answered my prayers of little traffic for which I am grateful since I left 15 minutes later than I had hoped. The parking lot by the airport made me feel like I was the last man alive after the apocalypse. There was a giant 1 story building that seemed to be shut down, and the parking lot was full of cars with not 1 person in sight. It was kind of eerie. Anyways, my bus driver was pretty friendly and dropped me off at the ExpressJet terminal and I quickly proceeded through check-in and customs in about 20 minutes total. The man who checked my I.D. and pass told me a funny joke along the way due to him spotting the instrument on my back. He said, "what do you get when a piano falls down a mining shaft." "I don't know I said." "You get a flat miner?" Pretty good joke if you ask me. I had about an hour to kill so I walked to the end of the terminal to the restroom. The man next to me in the stall was clearly having gas issues and after each fart let out a loud. Auuuuurgggghhhhh as if he was relieved/felt like a badass? It was pretty comical. Sorry for the potty humor. The most exciting part of my travel was the interaction I had will this family of three of which two were in front of me, the father and the 18 mo. old Victoria Lee "Tori" and the mother who sat across the aisle. The family was probably not a very wealthy family given the dental hygeine and clothing, and this would not be relevant had it not been for some of the changes that are going on inside me....
Last night I watched Into the Wild which was a really good movie and even better book, but the reason my interaction on the flight had significance was due to some of what I learned during the movie. Alex/Chris meets a great couple who's names are Jan and Edaine. They were kind of hick meets white trash, but Chris/Alex becomes great friends with these people and learns/teaches them. He does not care who they are, what they have done, NOR what they look like, he meets them and becomes family. I thought about this part of the story while I was on the plane, and I wondered who I felt like I related to more on the plane. Whether it was the pretty rich girl just across from Tori or the family who seemed to love eachother very much and were from a different social group than me. I think I related better to the latter. I enjoyed watching the family interact and how loving the father (who had a sweet mullet by the way) was to his little girl as she screamed her head off during takeoff and landing, because she did not want to sit still. I even got to play about 20 minutes of peek-a-boo and funny faces with Tori as she persistently would put her head over the back of her seat. I think I was somewhat of a relief to the parents as my silly games kept her distracted 90% of the landing. The mother and father and I exchanged great smiles and laughs each time Tori would chuckle and bury her head in her daddy when I booed. The interesting thing to note was how as the family was initially taking their seats, I felt as if we were going to have some sort of connection or cool interaction during the flight, and once again praise the Lord for this little time. The mother and I got to talk for a short bit about Victoria Lee and what a sweet spirit she was and how she thought she was already two. I told her a tiny bit about Westmont, and she told me a bit about her family and it was just a cool time. I want to keep that family in my thoughts, so what better way to do it than through this blog.
The reason this was so impactful to me was the fact that I understood better not only my walls and prejudices, but how with an open mind and the Lord, those could be broken, and I could relate to more people than I think. I know that I am not alone in this world, I am not the only one who fears being alone, and I know that God has a plan for that family and for me. I want to keep the kind words of the mother in my mind when she said, "Good luck with everything" as I walked to the front of the plane. And I pray the same for them. Especially cute little Tori.

Prayer

I would first like to start off by saying how very hard it is to think of one thing to write about from my day. This is frequently a very stressful and indecisive time for me as I sit in front of my computer pondering what was the funiest, saddest, or most impactful thing of the day. It is hard for me as I tend to bounce from thought to thought during the day and am a natural feeler. Things that may have affected at the time can tend to get lost in my braing forever as my emotions change. Although I am grateful for this character trait at times, it can also be pretty damn annoying. A case of this would be when my boss told me this morning, "it has been a pleasure having you here this summer. I just wanted you to know that." The emotions of surprise, gratefulness, and sincerity all filled my mind, and instead of acknowledging his kind words, I simply said, "thanks" as I walked away. "What a rude thing to respond with," I though as I went on my break. What about saying, "that means a lot, or I appreciate that or, it has with you as well". Not that a short response isn't great at times, but it reminded me a bit of my selfishness in not recognizing when others go maybe out of their way to say something kind and all I can do is say thanks or spend my day trying to beat their computer game scores. That was a bit of a sin check I thought.
But, going back to my feeling tendency, my emotions were quickly diverted, and if it weren't for this blog I may not have processed why I felt bad about that previous interaction. Moving on however, I was walking up to the post office as I do during each of my breaks, killing time, and pretending like there is even the slightest chance I might have mail (which I did http://www.arbonne.com/products/fyi/face/index.asp and they were female skin products...how sad) and I passed the Santa Barbara independent bearing the cover about the recent fires in Goleta. I got excited as I skimmed through it to find the days crossword puzzle, and another article caught my eye. This article was about the Fourth of July stabbings on Cabrillo. It said that there was one killed who was killed and two others who were injured. The scary thing about it is that I was in between the locations of the death and the injuries only about 3 miles apart. Cop cars were blaring as I walked back to our site on by the beach and they were speeding west to east. I remeber thinking how scary it was and giving an honest yet very half-assed prayer saying I hope nobody was too injured. I also thought how scary it was for the people crossing the street not knowing when a cop car would come flying through a red light. I was in essence thinking more about my own comfort than that of the mere kids who were in physical pain. Did I not think that something bad really could happen so close? Did I not think it was important to take 5 minutes to pray for the whole scene? It was not only saddened by my thoughts of arrogance as I walked past a group of people who were being questioned by the cops after the firework display, but I was also saddened by my lack of care. I have started learning more about the power of prayer through Richard Foster's The Celebration of Discipline, and here was a perfect opportunity to really pray and believe it and hope that God would do something. I am careful to say my prayer would have really affected the situation, but aren't there examples of stories just like that in the bible. Who's to say that if more people prayed ardent and honest prayers of intercession during that time that the boys would not have been kept from pain and death?
I can only hope and hold onto the truth that God will make something beautiful out of this disaster, the one visible and the one invisible and hidden in my heart.

A simple yet rewarding day

So......I just couldn't wait to tell you all how my goal achieving was going. I successfully beat my boss on Puzzle mode of Snood with a score of ~160,000 to beat his score by about 2,000 points. Beating the record was stressful as it caused me to lose track of all space and time, as I spent 15 more minutes in the office passing level by level after starting at about 4:40. He is in for a surprise tomorrow when he covers my 10 minute shift. tehehehe....I wonder if my spirit will ever change?

A simple day

So today I have not done much productive so far. However I had some cool stuff happen. I was looking on the iTunes store and found a free audiobook of The Alchemist which was really exciting, because I have wanted to read it, am obsessed with reading, and think audiobooks are badass but too expensive. So it was quite a find and I have already listened to 40 mintues out of 4 hrs. and 15 min. I am also really excited to listen to the weekly free podcast called "This American Life" to which Adam introduced me. I have never been very good at small talk, have been good at medium talk, and excelled I suppose at ?large? talk? What I am saying is that I think I have found new ways in which to small and medium talk with people for which I am grateful, because I can sort of awkward sometimes I think. But I digress.

Despite the fact I have not really done much today I have in fact set a goal for the day. It has been a recurring goal as I have yet to fulfill it, but in essence it has been a way to quench my competitive spirit. When I first came to work at the switchboard I was introduced to Snood which is a game where you shoot colored gems/balls into a preset map of these mixed colors. The object is to bounce the gem off the wall or not and have it touch another of the same color that is already in place. By making set of three or more of the same colors, these gems will fall and anything that is not attached and is below the gems that fell will fall as well. The gems move closer as you try to remove all the gems to win. It is pretty fun and time consuming, but most imortantly I have the highest score on EVIL difficulty. RARRRRRRRR, but the premise of my goal has come out of the fact that I do not have all the high scores (sound like Mario Kart Em and Lan?) for all the modes of the games. Easy, medium, hard, child, journey, custom. These are not even challenges so I don't waste my time, but Journey mode is where the frustration all started. I had the high score until about a week ago; my boss beat it twice since then. How he managed to do this, I have yet to learn? Needless to say I am pissed. I rationalize that he has gotten lucky and has been given the right colors at the right time, but two clear victories for him does not support this conclusion. So.....I AM GOING TO BEAT HIM. I don't care how long it takes, because I have all the time in the world. In the meantime it is proving to be a humbling experience that is probably good for my well-being, or maybe not.

I have also started to read Blue Like Jazz again which I am pretty excited about. Donald Miller is pretty funny with how he simplifies life and he loves to have a good laugh at himself which I enjoy as well. Please tell me what you think of it, call me to talk about it, share your favorite parts, etc... Okay, that's all folks and je vous-aime.

Like a River

Today I finished Peace Like a River, by Leif Enger and was thoroughly challenged and encouraged by it. It has so much symbolism and underlying meaning that I wish I was better at comprehending literature as it was always my weak point on standardized testing. Anyways, if you have not read the book and are hoping to some time soon, I would suggest you not read the italics. One way that I think the book has taught me is through the simplicity of God and how he relates to the characters in the novels. Miracles simply become a way of life as the father walks on air, prays for guidance, and multiplies food. These instance in addition to many other create somewhat of a simplistic picture of how we can and should commune with God. Jeremiah talks to God alone yet out loud. He paces, yells, whispers, knowing the Lord is in fact present. I wonder how different my life would be if I actually thought God was capable of carrying on a normal conversation with me and if I felt "confident" to speak out loud to the Lord. 

     At the end of the novel when Jeremiah is shot and he and Reuben are in the Other world running through the fields and along the river, I was given a renewed visual of heaven. Reuben feels at home and comfortable and longs to stay in that place with the others who are singing songs outside the golden city. I wish I could do what Reuben did, to walk in the fields and gardens and hear the singing of the river. To be so close to home would be an experience in itself. I wonder how my life would be different having been there; would I life my life as if I might be there tomorrow? Would I love others out of the assurance and joy of knowing that heaven is real and that God truly loves me? Or would I live selfishly, hoping only to pass the time to reach the final prize? Would I act arrogantly and hide my light from others, hoarding the joy and truth that I have received? 

    I wonder however, have I been there already? God knew me before I was born; does that mean I was fully in his presence when I entered this world? Was I wrapped in the mind and love of God before he put me on earth. I like to think this is true. Heaven is my true home, I was born there just as I was born into my earthly house. I have left, entered a new world, a world of my own outside of my family, and will return, just as I will return to my home in the presence of the Lord, or into the River. With this thought in mind, my life is not much different than Jeremiah's. I have been there and now I am called to choose how to live. There is where I need help. Reuben puts this best. "All I can do is say. Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. Make of it what you will". 

My First Blog Entry

Hey Everyone-

   So a few people have started blogs recently and now it has been put on my mind. My sister, my friend Adam, Barret, Ian Dywer and my roomate Mike Bennett have all told me in various ways about their blogs, and initially I thought it sounded kind of lame (typical me response) but I thought I might give it a chance. I love being able to read about the kinds of experiences that these people have encountered whether they are sad, encouraging or merely funny. Nevertheless I have also always wanted to be journaling more as the times were few and far between and what a great way to do this. So I am officially a blogger. Hmmmm what do I want to talk about today....

    Once upon a time there was a guy named Evan who worked at his college and answered phones all day. He sat the at his little desk playing games on the computer, reading, and listening to music. However, doing this very mundane task for 8 hours left space for the very interesting and funny happenings that only appear once or twice every eight hours if you are in the same spot. For instance, today Evan was talking to a gruff old man who was blabbering on about big parking lots and circles in attempt to describe Westmont's campus, but as I could feel the heat rising off his face through the phone he suddenly became too exasperated and decided to hang up as if the simple answers to Evan's questions were beginning to clog his larynx. Evan however, was not entirely perfect on the job this particular day (or any day for that matter). He was completely po-jangled, owned, or pwned by a "scam salesman" whose name was Jim and was calling about the copy-machine. Evan ignorantly thought, oh yeah that makes sense, and asked, " which copy machine was it," to which "Jim" responded, "oh the one right there in the office...we just need to get an update on its serial number." Evan then put the man on hold, received an annoyed, "who was it?" from his boss and proceded to transfer the "scam-man" to said boss. And that concludes the story of "How Evan Got Pojangled by Scam Man"(here's to you Marissa). Peace and love