Gosh, it's already December

Good morning world. It's Sunday morning and I feel great. All of my clothes are clean and I am freshly showered and ready for the day. All the blinds are open and it's sunny out, which I am very fond of. There's still a little bit of snow on the ground, and it's only twenty degrees, but at least it's sunny, and I'm indoors. It feels rather warm inside. Holy cow, Sundays are different at home than on my mission. Usually we would wake up extra early because we both had to get ready and eat, and we had to fill out a progress record for our early correllation meetings. This morning I slept in until a quarter to nine, then stayed in bed until ten. You'd never see me do that on my mission. And we just got the living room furniture set up for choir practice, and the choir is starting to arrive. We're doing Christmas music from now on, and it's going to be spectacular. I love Christmas music, especially when I don't even have to leave my house to hear a live choir sing in my home. It's pretty convenient. I think it's going to be a pretty good day.

It's Snowing

So it's really cold here. I don't really like it very much. That's about all I have to say about that.

I looked for my Civil War book today for a long time, and then my mom told me that she had it in her room. So I went and got it, but didn't have much time to read in it. I read probably three sections. They were pretty cool. I hadn't read for more than a week, so I kind of had to backtrack to make sure I knew where I was. Me and that book go way back. Good times.

I've been drinking a lot of water today. I just finished my third glass. It's actually my third plastic, but no one would understand if I said it that way. I drank three though. I had three "glasses" of milk for dinner too, but that's not really a surprise, now is it? It's about as dry here as it is cold. My lips are both cracked, and my hands feel like beef jerky. I'm doing my best to act like mildew by staying both warm and wet. But they say that storing things in cool, dry places usually helps them to last longer, so maybe Idaho isn't so bad for me after all.

I really miss Julie. I just needed to get that out.

Today I went shopping, and drove past the temple on the way there and back. I realized last night that I've seen all four of the temples in Idaho since I got back from North Carolina. That's pretty cool. It's pretty different being home, during my mission I never saw a single temple, and now I drive past the Boise temple all the time. Tomorrow I will have been home two weeks. I guess that went by faster than I expected it to. I kind of miss being in North Carolina. I think about it a lot. I think about Hickory a lot too, and I wonder what everyone's up to. A lot of great things happened to me in Hickory and I met tons of great people. I sure miss them. I wish it was easier to keep in touch with all the people I met, but it's just not possible.

I really miss speaking Spanish too. There just aren't as many Hispanic people in Boise, and I have hardly had any opportunities to practice my Spanish. I love Spanish. I think I'll type something in Spanish, for the benefit of anyone who can read it. If you want to you can ask me to translate it for you. He estado pensando ultimamente en lo que es mi vida. Creo que mi mision me ha ayudado mas que cualquier otra cosa hasta ahora para encontrar el proposito de la vida. Entiendo mejor ahora que la vida no es un juego, no es accidente. Es una prueba. Y es una experiencia muy positiva si vivimos correctamente. He podido conocer a mucha gente nueva durante toda mi vida, y sigo conociendo a otras personas cada dia. Algunas de aquellas personas llegan a ser muy buenos amigos. Pienso mucho de mi familia y de mis amigos, y pienso mucho en el evangelio y la iglesia. Son todo para mi. No hay ninguna cosa en el mundo que vale mas que mi testimonio de la verdad. Yo haria cualquier cosa para asegurar que mi familia este conmigo para las eternidades, y ahora estoy comprometido a hacer mi parte para empezar una familia nueva y asegurar que mis hijos y mi esposa esten conmigo tambien. Hare lo que sea para que sean felices. Amo a mi familia y a mi futura esposa. Espero que lo sepan.

Well, that was fun. I really should stop writing now though. It's getting late, and I'm getting tired. That's all for Thursday night.

My Old Stomping Grounds

This is a semi-obscured view of Charlotte, NC.
I used to live about ten minutes from
downtown. There was a pizza place in there
that we used to go to every Monday to break
up our weekly planning session.


Charlotte from the highway. Oh yeah, baby.
You just have to love the big city. I wouldn't
want to live there though, it's not very
family friendly. Or anyone friendly, for that
matter. I'll stick with Boise, even if it IS cold. 

Let it run wild

Today I woke up at 8:00 as usual. It's amazing how I always woke up at 6:30 every day for two years, and when I came home I kept waking up at 4:30 no matter how dark outside it was. And then all it took was one trip to Eastern Idaho for me to reset my clock and now all of a sudden I wake up at 8:00 every single morning. I wonder what will happen to me when I'm not living at home anymore. I'll probably find a new magical time.

Reality hit me pretty hard today too. Finances will never cease to frighten me. I tried to think out just how much money I will need for college next semester, and how much I plan on earning. If I get a good job, and work 20 hours a week, and eat nothing but the cheapest of generic brand ramen noodles, I will end up exactly even, to the dollar. Take out 10% of all future earnings for tithing, then add a wedding on top of that, several other small or large unexpected expenses, and getting my own insurance policy and not claiming dependency on my parents anymore, and we will have created what is commonly known as "debt", or in words that I understand a little better, "a headache for a soon-to-be married young poor college student with limited income". So, my plan is to first cry, and then work really, really hard all the time, and get good grades so that I can apply for and get a scholarship so that I don't have to drop out of school and sell newspapers on the curbside for a living. Real life is so different from getting free money put into my account on a regular basis and always having someone else take care of housing arrangements and gas money. Oh well. I'm only doing this because I chose to. Eventually this will work out for me much better than sitting at home all day every day and never working a day of my life, and playing video games and living in my parents' basement until I'm 30 and realizing that I'm still single. Life is going to be an exciting adventure. It's going to be good.

Well, I have to jet. I'm going to the gym with my dad again. We haven't gone yet today, so we're due. I think he wants to do some weight training and things. Which is good, I'm pretty worn out from yesterday's racquetball fiasco. I did so terribly yesterday. I think my beginner's luck is all but gone, I struggled to get the ball where I wanted it to be. I tried signing up for a racquetball course this afternoon, but of course they are all full still. Maybe someone will drop out by the time the semester starts. But I'm off to go let loose some built up adrenaline. Out, out vile adrenaline.