When I grow up to be a man.

I've held a lot of old stuff this week.

1. A page from a Gutenberg bible.

2. A handwritten bible. Older than the Gutenberg.

3. Some rocks supposedly around 3.9 billion years old.

Whoa.

Ima tell you one time.

I think it is time to discuss my love for Justin Bieber. I love Justin Bieber.

I love his silky little mop of hair.

I love that I thought that he was thirteen for a while. (Turns out no, not thirteen. Sixteen, as of March 1st.)

I love his ridiculous pop songs. Every one. Seriously. I know them all. Word for word.

I love his baby face.

I love that all the girls in his music videos are taller than him. He's just a little guy.

I love that I learned what the word "shawty" means from him.

I love him. I am unashamed.

Which is why I was so excited when AJ showed me this drawing of himself:

Alex James DeCato

Justin Bieber

Insane, right?

I mean, I almost don't even know who's who.