I just saw the pictures Mom sent of you guys. I love all of you tanto. Almost cried but I'm a man so none of that. Ok wait nevermind because I just read Audrey's poem. Dang you Laudbod! now I'm in the computer lab tearing up and it's your fault! It was butiful. You're a poet and you didn't even know that you were one! I bet you could make a rhyme at any moment! Haha. I hope you listen to my written letter and know that I love you and I miss you... hhuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. That's from a vine in case you didn't know. I wouldn't be surprised cause I'm better at remembering vines than you. That's super awesome that you got into the advanced orchestra! When I come back you better be better than me. I'll be playing in Italy too though so its gonna be tough. I love you tango (much) Audrey.
Mom, I'll try to write handwritten letters as much as possible but I absolutely refuse to stop writing on the back of them. There is simply too much waste of paper in this world and I will NOT be a part of it. I'm kiiiiiiddding. I got your brownies and ties and my patriarchal blessing and stuffs. Thanks a ton. My favorite is the reindeer one. This week I had my first tie trade and it was lucrative. I got a bunch of new floral ties. I love floral ties so much. I think collecting floral ties is gonna be my thing. I have nine of them already.
I heard Dad was doing a century bike ride. I wish I could do it with you. I miss riding bikes with ya. Maybe Nathan could do it with you. Haha. Speaking of Nathan, he gave me a present right before I left and told me never to open it until he told me. Is that gonna be any time soon? It's probably some ancient relic that will give me wisdom and the key to missionary work right? Yeah I could use that any time now cuz missionary work is hard. Thanks Nathan and Evan for the advice you gave me before the mish. I liked what Evan said to me I think it was like "have a good time, do what you love, and when that becomes missionary work, you're set" Thought that was cool, so thanks. I really do love being here. It's gonna be sad to leave the MTC but at the same time I'm so ready to get out there. But at the same time I'm so not ready to get out there.
I definitely want to see a picture of Mario from Eliza. Then I can think of it every time I say "Mama mia." Eliza, you better practice fuse ball, pingpong, bideodames, mario cart, and super smash. Because when I get home we're gonna have an all out brawl. Brynbo versus Booboolie. "test your might" I love you tanto Eliza. Keep killing it in middle school. Tell me all your teachers and I'll tell you if I had them!
Today we did sealings in the temple (which was super cool) and my comp Anziano F went into the baptisimal waiting room for some reason and literally saw his girlfriend sitting in there waiting to do baptisms. We went outside the temple and then waited for her to come out. I kinda felt like we shouldn't be doing that and he was conflicted weather or not to just leave or to stay and talk to her. While he was deciding, she came out and talked to us for a little bit. It was kinda awkward. I really love Anziano F. He's an awesome friend and an awesome missionary. He misses his girlfriend. He talks about her a lot. It was a difficult situation today but I think he's fine. It's just a struggle for him. I told him that he could always talk to me about it.
So many things have happened this week. Some of the Anziani in the two Italian districts are chumps. I'm anti-chump but some of these guys are raging chump supporters it's ridiculous. The other night they got together and brought the new elders who arrived that day into an "initiation" which basically consisted of a dimly light room with a bunch of anziani wearing hoodies. There was chanting, yelling, etc. I was pretty funny actually but I felt like I shouldn't participate, and I didn't. Some of these straight-out-of-highschool guys amaze me sometimes. Haha.
I love you guys tantissimo!! (a lot) I'll write again next week and probably maybe a handwritten letter.
Here are some pics for this week
1. A butiful sunset
2. Anziano Bawden and Anziano Mosteller
3. A picture I saw of a city In Italy
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