I'll never go hungry, never die, and I'll always eat oatmeal.
Everybody! Everybody!! Thanks for the support and such. In the next three months, though, girls are permitted to give me hugs/etc. whenever I'm not immobilized by any delicious frozen treats I might be eating.
I talked to Natalie about my call, and she said her sister had a dream that some guy who served in "where my call is at" would marry Natalie, so I guess I'll have to contact her as soon as I get home, hee hee. As it happens, she's the only person to have guessed it really fast (two guesses; the first was Italy, and the second was the right one because of that dream). Boy howdy!
The way I feel about it is as follows: really happy, really excited, somewhat intimidated, a little fearful, and feeling a little inadequate. Zoiks! I feel like I'm in "Catch-23," which is a novel that doesn't exist but details just how nonsensical life can be. At least, that's what the past 6 months have felt like--very surreal. I'm old, but not old enough to be as old as I am. Gahhh!!! What happened to high school, anyways? I miss date dances, Diana, Mr. Downs's class, Mr. Miner's classes, band and jazz band and music AP, being in the pit for musicals, parties all the time, Strange Brew, chemistry with Zach, seminary, standardized tests, math...sheesh. I even miss being in Sauce. Well, maybe not so much, but you get the picture. What happened? I don't wanna be an old man anymore / it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor / shakin' booty, remaining chaste all the night / it's time I got back to the good life!!
Don't be confused. That's stuff I've been feeling for the past while, but not since I got my call. My call makes me real happy/excited/etc., and it's kind of like a light at the end of the tunnel. Yeah! Anyways, I better get goin', bye everybody! Don't smoke!
I talked to Natalie about my call, and she said her sister had a dream that some guy who served in "where my call is at" would marry Natalie, so I guess I'll have to contact her as soon as I get home, hee hee. As it happens, she's the only person to have guessed it really fast (two guesses; the first was Italy, and the second was the right one because of that dream). Boy howdy!
The way I feel about it is as follows: really happy, really excited, somewhat intimidated, a little fearful, and feeling a little inadequate. Zoiks! I feel like I'm in "Catch-23," which is a novel that doesn't exist but details just how nonsensical life can be. At least, that's what the past 6 months have felt like--very surreal. I'm old, but not old enough to be as old as I am. Gahhh!!! What happened to high school, anyways? I miss date dances, Diana, Mr. Downs's class, Mr. Miner's classes, band and jazz band and music AP, being in the pit for musicals, parties all the time, Strange Brew, chemistry with Zach, seminary, standardized tests, math...sheesh. I even miss being in Sauce. Well, maybe not so much, but you get the picture. What happened? I don't wanna be an old man anymore / it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor / shakin' booty, remaining chaste all the night / it's time I got back to the good life!!
Don't be confused. That's stuff I've been feeling for the past while, but not since I got my call. My call makes me real happy/excited/etc., and it's kind of like a light at the end of the tunnel. Yeah! Anyways, I better get goin', bye everybody! Don't smoke!