Que Pasa?

Hola familia y amigos,

Let me tell you a few quick things that are on my mind today. One, I can no longer spell. This is an issue seeing as I should be able to speak at least one language at any one time. But no. My ability to speak English has been hampered by my desire to speak spanish. Now I can do neither. Spelling is hard. cat k-a-t I'm outta here. hehe, I know there's two t's don't worry. :) okay, no really. Spanish is actually coming along fine. I can speak it. and i know the theories of the grammar just peachy keen. applying them is a little harder. But not to worry, my teachers say that I won't start feeling confident about myself for another ......two months. So, I've just got another two months to worry, and pray, and cry myself to sleep at night. No worries!

Second, and this is super petty. I'm losing my mind. One, I can't remember what day it is let alone the time....and I'm wearing a watch. I go to dinner and I think it's lunch. I go to lunch and I think it's dinner. The only one I don't get mixed up is breakfast and that's because it's first and I always eat cereal. Yum-a-lish. But, this has also caused me to have some concern about my weight. I work out every day. It's actually quite fun. But I can't tell if I'm getting thinner and tanner, or fatter and whiter. It depends on the day how I feel. But they haven't had to roll me down any stairs yet so I figure I'm okay. What I wouldn't give for some macaroni and cheese that wasn't made with plastic cheese. If anyone asks me what hell is like I'll say a buffet where everything is made with American nacho cheese. That stuff is disgusting. watered down melted plastic. But I digress. This is a happy e-mail. Or should be. *shudder* ugh, plastic cheese.

Oh, I have made a new best friend. His name is Thermal. Last name: Underwear. We're quite attached to one another. Now, I know that as a missionary I'm not supposed to encourage such relationships but I don't think I can hold back anylonger. I'm pretty sure I'm in love. He's going to propose soon. I'll tell him no. Not until after the mish. But I'm in love. Actually, the sad part of this paragraph is the fact that I felt the need to whip out my thermals in UTAH!! I'm not even in the Tierra del Fuego and my booty is freezing. Tough couple of years coming up? You bet. Pray for spring. okay.

Okay, randomness done. You ready for some stories?

First off Sunday night was Hermana Orton's birthday. And of course we had to party. But we were limited, One it was fast sunday, to it was a sunday, three....we're in the MTC. Let's just say the bookstore is "a little lacking" in party supplies. Something about not wanting missionaries to pull pranks. I don't know. Anyways, so end of the day comes around, we head back to our bedroom with like three buckets of candy courtesy of her parents and decide to have a "fiesta" because we're so spanish. To make it more so we decide to paint mustaches on with mascara. And of course since we're all hyped up on sugar, Hermana Habel dared me to put on a unibrow. So....of course I did. Then we walked around and found her friend and took pictures. And here's the kicker, I don't really look good with a unibrow and I can't really pull off a mexican accent. We got a lot of weird looks. But, it was fun. We also didn't get to sleep for another hour because of all the sugar. But the lights were off!

Yesterday: gym time. I'm playing Knock out with a bunch of elders and a couple of sisters. Elder Proctor has decided that I'm the white michael jordan. Male compliments are so endearing. However, it's different then being called a beast which I usually get (you men are so original) so I was okay with it. So, I'm banking it, and we're all playing and having fun. I get to be the last or second to last person quite a few times. (what can I say? when ya' got it ya' got it). We start a new round and Hermana Pacific from the newest district is right in front of me. She goes up, shoots it, the ball bounces up, she runs after it and the ball smacks into her pinky. Pretend I just made a noise. Something like "kriskcs" that's a new word. She comes up, finishes her shot then turns to me and says, "uh, I think I did something to my finger" now I can't see her finger because she's cupping it. So, I tell her to move it. it looks a little like this "\/" except flatter, that's a really steep v. She's popped that sucker out of place. so I took her to the trainer. mostly because I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know if it was broken. luckily the trainer did. She popped it back into place. And hermana Pacific was so funny. She asked if she could go play again. Well, uh, no hun. Ya just dislocated a finger. Let it heal. So we walked around the track. Good times.

Okay, fireside sunday. It was really cool. the coolest part actually was the devotional