Week 4

MONDAY
6:15 p.m.:
Clemence and I walked to Whole Foods for dinner. He ate minestrone soup. 57 audible slurps, 12 of which were over 2 seconds in length.
10:52 p.m.:
Clemence is leading some sort of group dance to Korean music on the first floor. I’m going upstairs.

TUESDAY
4:57 p.m.:
Clemence is practicing his choreography to several Korean songs in our room. He literally turned on the music and started dancing in the middle of a conversation. He says he didn’t mean for us to notice. He obviously does. (side note: I’m beginning to have my doubts about Jordan, who jumped up exuberantly and joined the dancing)
WEDNESDAY
7:26 a.m.:
Clemence woke up this morning and said in the most pathetic, adorable voice: “Peter?... I caught cold.”
3:25 p.m.:
Clemence is sketching people in the grass behind Norris, which is cool, but he could be a lot less creepy about it.
3:26 p.m.:
Clemence just yelled at some birds – “Stop mating, fools!”
THURSDAY
12:50 a.m.:
Changing clothes in front of other guys is socially acceptable. Taking off your pants in the middle of a conversation and leaving them off, however, is debatable at best. Clemence, put some pants on.
FRIDAY
11:59 p.m.:
Clemence was pretty normal today. I’m worried. What could have possibly gotten into him?
SATURDAY
2:20 p.m.:
Bret Begun was nowhere near as creeped out by Clemence’s portraits of him as I expected. Now Clemence is drawing me.
SUNDAY
2:05 a.m.:
Clemence is talking in his sleep. It’s an angry mix of Korean and English. Is he threatening me? Could I possibly be the target of his unconscious rage? Clemence, I love you. But if you come down here, get ready for a swift kick to the jaw.