In other news:
- I have the best institute teacher in the world. I have never learned so much in a church class of any sort. Seriously, I have a crush on him. Is it weird to crush on not only your 52 year old teacher, but your CHURCH teacher? Tevs, I plan on continuing to do so.
- I have the best roommates in the world. See photos below.
- I am a horrible text-flirter. There's just something about the fact that you aren't face-to-face mixed with the fact you have an unlimited amount of time to create a reply that makes me lose my inhibitions thus making me 100% sudsy 100% of the time/regretful way too often. Darn technology.
- After personal research, my theory that even though boy missionaries mature spiritually immensely over two years- they socially remain nineteen year olds, has been solidified.
- I have recently been lucky to have 'run-in's' with my local provo celebs. AKA: my facebook stalking victims. A little bit weird, but I do feel like I'm spotting the famous. I hate what facebook has done to me.
- I suck at keeping in touch with people. Even people I really love and really miss. I think it's a literal disorder I have.
- I miss my missionary everyday.
- There are reasons/benefits to going to the ward you're suppose to be zoned in.
- I get giddy after meeting potential new friends. Yep. Giddy. And yes I said friends- not love interests. I know, I know- slightly pathetic.
- I saw this and this band play last night. I was very pleasantly surprised to have loved both of them. Both extremely talented in my opinion and both a very nice group of gentlemen. I think the term musical snack would be appropriate here.
That's all for now smitches, more updates are bound to follow--- eventually.
