A Friendly Experiment

Hello Journal. It's me, Bellen.

BELLEN:

     Dear Journal (or should I say David?),

First of all, let me say that I am thrilled to be participating in a scientific experiment that is probs going to end up in some awesome magazine!! Secondly, the pizza was awesome.  Was that the local place or like a freezer pizza?  Was it homemade?  Because it kinda tasted homemade.  Sorry, about my rambling; I know this journal wasn't meant for me to critique the pizza.  SO back to the pressing matter: Teneson Hall.  I will break my first day observation into three different categories: Physical Observations, Emotional Observations, and Predictions.  Let's get started.

Physical Observations:  

The first thing that I observed about Mr. Hall is that, to the female mind (a.k.a. me), he is a handsome specimen.  I'm guessing he's probably about 5' 9" and I'm couldn't even give you an estimate on weight.  He looked like he's in shape.  When he took his coat off, I noticed great biceps and triceps.  Moving off of his body to his face. He seems to have a permanent brooding look going on.  I mean, he is the poster boy for teen angst.  His eyebrows and thick, but aren't terribly unruly.  Underneath are ice blue eyes, which don't look as pretty as you'd think (however, eyes are usually pretty when they're not glaring at you, which is the only time I've seen them {see Emotional Observations, below}).  He had nice lips, though.  He must moisturize, because they look crazy soft.  His skin is pale, but clear, and I've noticed a scar of two.  However there seem to be no drag marks or needle injection wounds, so I'm thinking that he's neither suicidal or and avid heroin user.  Overall, if I were to grade Mr. Hall on a scale of 1-10 for just physical appearance, I would give him a sold 8 (FYI the brooding would drag him down to a 6).

Along with the physical observations, I will give you my feelings about his looks.  At this point, I am not entirely physically attracted to Mr. Hall and feel no need to -- as Avery would say -- "Jump his bones".  His bad boy attitude, so far do nothing for me and I can firmly state that I feel not need to flirt with him whatsoever.

Emotional Observation:

Being that I am going to be living with Mr. Hall for three weeks, when we were first locked in here (quite abruptly, may I add), I made sure to introduce myself with a polite smile.  To this I got no response whatsoever; he just simply walked to the dresser and started unpacking.  He even denied me of a proper handshake or hug!  After unpacking, I continues to try and relate to Mr. Hall by asking him a set of serious questions (e.g. What is your favorite novel? What is your favorite type of ice cream? Angelina or Jennifer?).  This is when I was met with the glare that I'd mentioned above.  Obviously I struck a cord with him (I'm guessing it was the Angelina or Jen question.  I'm guessing he, like me, just wants both of them to be happy and to drop the whole situation).  So I stopped with my slight interrogation for the next couple of minutes.  I played a bit of Solitaire and went to the bathroom, where I continued to analyze Mr. Hall through his items.

In the shower I came across a generic bottle of 2-in-1 Shampoo and Conditioner, Zest bar soap, and no loofa.  This disturbing discovery left me with one conclusion: Teneson Hall has dry skin and probably a dry scalp, and he doesn't care.  No where in the bathroom did I find any lotion or anything that should prove to be that he exfoliates (However, later, when he went to the bathroom I snooped in his drawers {see below for more results} and I did find lotion underneath his unmentionables, but I'm guessing that wasn't exactly for moisturizing purposes).  I'm pretty sure Mr. Hall is just a heap of dead, dry skin.  In the bathroom I did find shaving supplies, so at least I won't be living with a grizzly bear for the next three weeks.

While Teneson was in the bathroom I quickly sleuthed around his things.  His clothes were somewhat orderly in the drawers and consisted of mostly jeans and black t-shirts (is he Goth or just going through a phase?).  In his sock drawer I found boring white and gray socks.  His underwear was somewhat more revealing, however (besides just the lotion).  I answered the age old question: boxer or briefs.  And just as I suspected, he is a boxer-brief kind of guy.  However, he is lacking in the color department for his underwear too; all gray and a weird shade of dull blue.  I also managed to get ahold of Mr. Hall's phone, which was sadly locked.  I double-clicked the Home button, and found which song he was listening to last.  This is my most favorite and most interesting discovery.  He was listening to a song off of Paul Simon's Graceland.  This had added so much more depth to Mr. Hall's character, since I too am I fan of that 80's hit album.

I am sad to report, however, that before I was able to discover more, Mr. Hall finished in the bathroom and caught me looking through his phone.  He used some colorful words and escorted me by the collar of my shirt back to my bed (I don't think he realizes that cotton stretches, but hopefully this shirt will be washed and ironed soon anyway).  After this I tried to tell him not to be ashamed of his love affair with Paul Simon, as I have the same obsession, however I was just met with a rude hand gesture and the same glare.  Mr. Hall has proven to be seriously mysterious, and lacks serious color.  Hopefully the famous glare will not be my only record for emotions in the next three weeks.

Predictions:

While, I am terrible at prediction I do have a couple for you.  I predict that by the end of the three weeks, I will have bonded with Mr. Hall over Paul Simon and possibly a common hope for Jen Anniston.  I predict that I will allow myself to love Mr. Hall, in a brotherly or possibly fatherly way (because, if there's anything that science has taught me, it's that anything is possible {even a boy of the same age to be a father figure to a girl who has a father already}).  I will make Teneson Hall my BFF if it is the last thing I do.  Even if it kills me.

Bellen Out.