My roommate and I have a unique relationship. I would like to present to you an excerpt from a conversation that we had that I think explains much of how we get along:
Roommate: "Hey, I think you should read this book (referring to astronomy book)."
Me: "Maybe when I'm 60 years old and have nothing better to do, I will."
Roommate: "I hate you."
And thus we squander our existence with petty and biting conversation.
Sunday, January 27
Wednesday, January 16
The Tail of Two Planes
My plane crashed this past weekend.
Let me begin by explaining that this past weekend has been the most exciting weekend of the year thus far. I got a call on New Year's Day from my mission president (former, shall I say) informing me that I was invited to go with him to San Francisco to see the formation of the first Fijian speaking branch in the Bay Area (and outside the islands, come to find out).
You may wonder at this point why I of all people (being skinny, white, and having no apparent relation to Fijian people) was invited to go--this is because my last four and a half months as a missionary was spent establishing the Fijian language program in my mission, during which I learned a good bit of their language and helped train our first Fijian missionary, Kalevati Volavola.
So of course I said yes. It was a wonderful trip. Then on the way home my plane crashed. It is lucky that I am here to tell the story. As they say, a picture says a thousand words, so I think it would be most concisce for you to just look at this:
As you can see, this was a very traumatic experience, but I find that by facing my fears and posting them, I can overcome them. I just think it would have been much worse had I been in the plane--you see, the big one on the left was empty, just coming to pick me up. It makes a good story at least.
Let me begin by explaining that this past weekend has been the most exciting weekend of the year thus far. I got a call on New Year's Day from my mission president (former, shall I say) informing me that I was invited to go with him to San Francisco to see the formation of the first Fijian speaking branch in the Bay Area (and outside the islands, come to find out).
You may wonder at this point why I of all people (being skinny, white, and having no apparent relation to Fijian people) was invited to go--this is because my last four and a half months as a missionary was spent establishing the Fijian language program in my mission, during which I learned a good bit of their language and helped train our first Fijian missionary, Kalevati Volavola.
So of course I said yes. It was a wonderful trip. Then on the way home my plane crashed. It is lucky that I am here to tell the story. As they say, a picture says a thousand words, so I think it would be most concisce for you to just look at this:
As you can see, this was a very traumatic experience, but I find that by facing my fears and posting them, I can overcome them. I just think it would have been much worse had I been in the plane--you see, the big one on the left was empty, just coming to pick me up. It makes a good story at least.
Saturday, January 5
HAPPY fifth day after the NEW YEAR!!!!
So I just can't help but wish everyone a happy fifth day of the new year. I think that we should make January the month of celebration for the new year--it would give us all wonderful excuses to spend in excess and party our happy little hearts out. That's what I'll be doing, I assure you...a least, on the inside, even if I can't express it outwardly.
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