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Hey everybody!

 

I got my reassignment and it's to St. George! Best part is, Sister Keenan is coming with me so I don't have to travel all by myself. I don't know if I could handle the hour long flight without my companion. :) I'm only half kidding. I've developed some impressive separation anxiety issues.

 

MIKE I REQUIRE MORE DETAILS! ALL OF THE DETAILS!

 

ALSO JAKE I FORGOT TO WRITE IN YOUR EMAIL THAT I REQUIRE MORE DETAILS FROM YOU AS WELL!

 

Let's seeeeee, I have a funny story for you. Sister Keenan was dying of the plague earlier this week (not the funny part), so instead of going to gym time we took a nap instead (I fully support my companions being sick so I can sleep instead of exercising). While she was sleeping she started doing that sick person snore where you knew her body was struggling to get oxygen through her giant mucous plug. THEN, as if that wasn't funny enough, she started crying like a dog. A weird sort of whining crying sound with a sprinkling of snoring. It was really hilarious. It might be one of those things where you had to be there, but rest assured that I find it hilarious. I was laughing as I was typing it and earned a "what a weirdo" look from the elder across the room. Success.

 

I discovered something terrible today. I had been wondering if I was starting to develop a tan line from my sister missionary shoes, but I figured it was just a line from having the strap press against my foot all day. Only today when I was on my way out of the temple, I noticed that the line was there. I hadn't been wearing my shoes for a good 2.3 hours. It's a tan line. It's begun. I don't even go in the sun ever. I've developed a horrible foot tanline from my one walk to the temple ONCE A WEEK! And I'm going to St. George. And then Brasil. I will send pictures when it has become sufficiently horrid.

 

Also, we had in-field orientation yesterday in a chapel down by the football stadium and while I was sitting outside during one of the breaks I watched as RACHEL, my ROOMMATE, drove right by. Broke my heart. Either it was her, or it was someone with the exact same bright yellow jeep, who looked enough like her to rip out my feelings. Awesome.

 

Just a reminder. Sunday I get to sing two songs for the prophet and his apostles. Just didn't want you to miss out on a wonderful opportunity to be incredibly jealous of my awesome life. That's all. :)

 

Sister Keenan and I have been making all sorts of friends all over the MTC. We have to make them all over because our own elders don't like us. :) We made friends with two of the missionaries who's mission is Mormon.org. They're assigned to be at the MTC the whole time, but they get to chat with people on mormon.org and skype and stuff and then hand them over to missionaries in their area when they're ready to be baptized. It's pretty sweet, because they talk to people all over the world. They were like "yeahhhh, I was talking to my investigator in Scotland today..." No big deal, Scotland. Also we made friends with the new mission president of  Bolivia and his wife. We met them in the MTC van on the way back from the dentist and sometimes we eat dinner with them. They like us. :) Also their daughter is here at the MTC too. Weird. That'd be weird. Then today we made another friend with the lady at the alterations place. She was like "Where are you going?" And Sister Keenan was like "I'm going to Santa Maria!" And the lady was like "MY SON IS IN SANTA MARIA! I've never met any missionary going there!" And Sister Keenan was like "Yeah, I'm the only sister in the whole MTC." I was sitting there thinking that hey, that was pretty cool, and then she asked where I was going. I was like "Sao Paulo East." And she was like "MY OTHER SON IS IN SAO PAULO EAST!" Seriously? Apparently she has twins. I'm one of maybe five sisters in the whole MTC going to Sao Paulo East, and she'd never met anyone going there either. What are the chances? Super weird.

 

So everyone in our district is going to Africa except Sister Keenan and I, and they were all like "Hahahaha we already have our travel plans, we've had them for a whole week longer than you, blah blah blah". (Except Elder Whitaker who hasn't heard anything and is apparently never leaving the MTC. Sad) Then we got our travel plans and we were like "Oh, we don't leave until Wednesday and y'all leave on Monday." And then we made the most important discovery. They leave two days before us and we still get to our missions before they do. I love irony. Hahahahahahahahahaha, you may get to leave first, but while you're sitting on an airplane for three days, I'll be waiting in the nice MTC and then enjoying a lovely 1h 2min flight to St. George. Ha.

 

I almost forgot. I had my very first embarassing moment at the MTC. Let me rephrase that. I've had plenty of embarassing moments, but this was the first one where I was actually embarassed. (I should have probably been embarassed for the others, but couldn't find the energy).  Soooo, the mtc food. It's lovely and full of air. You can eat a simple banana and in 15 minutes you've bloated up like a balloon. This isn't normally an issue since we've all mastered the skill of carefully letting out a day-long, silent stream of gas. However. On Wednesday, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and I met one of the new sisters. After I finished with my teeth I went into the stall right next to the one she had just gone into. I swear all I meant to do was pee, but I let out the LONGEST, loudest fart in the history of mankind. Then I sat there until she left the bathroom and I could crawl back to my room in shame. It was embarassing.

 

Another funny story involving Sister Keenan. It's only funny now because it's been 2 or 3 days. Keep in mind that Sister Keenan has been dying of the plauge this week.....so I was getting ready for bed at the sink next to Sister Keenan. They have these little shelves on the wall above the sink so you can set your toothbrush and stuff there. So I finished brushing my teeth, put the little plastic cap on the head of the toothbrush and put it on the shelf. Then I went to grab something (maybe my washcloth I don't remember) and knocked my toothbrush of the shelf. No big deal, right? Wrong. I managed to completely destroy all normal rules of physics, and instead of falling down, the way gravity should work, it managed to pop out of it's cap and fall right into Sister Keenan's sink. Now, she's dying of the mucous plague, brushing her teeth, and just ate a bunch of oreos. I stare and complete horror as my tooth brush lands right in the middle of her sink full of swirling globs of oreo mucous. To top it all of it was right when she was about to spit again. Gross. She finds it completely hilarious of course, and because I found a new toothbrush I can allow it to be mildly humorous.

 

I think that is all I had to say, and my time is rapidly running out. So, until next time (when I will be in St. George), Tchau!

 

PS Me leaving the MTC means you can't send me DearElders anymore, so it's all emails and hand written beauties. While I expect this will completely wipe out all mail I might receive, I will continue to cling to the hope that some of you love me. (Obviously that very pointed comment was not directed at you mom, so don't take offense. :))