I'm in Reno, NV. At a gas station. Internet. Unbelievable.

This coming Tuesday I'll be leaving on a trip to Reno, Nevada to see my sister, brother-in-law, and their two adorable (so I hear) cockapoos. I'm really excited for this because, despite what I said in my last entry, I've been keeping extremely busy lately and have crammed my days with as many activities as possible. The idea of driving in a car ( Read more... )

Ever since I got my mission call the days have seemed unbelievably short. I wake up and get ready, and a few blinks later I'm laying back in bed, wondering what I should do the next day. I have had the perpetual feeling of uncertainty; the same feeling I get when I have a couple hours before work and no idea what to do. Nothing seems completely ( Read more... )

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Yes, I spell-checked the entry.

It has been ten days since I sent that letter and I still haven't had a reply. I fear two possibilities: The letter slipped through a wrinkle in time and is now on the other side of the universe, or the recipient has received the letter and has decided not to reply.

Or maybe everything is fine and the postal service is just a lot slower than I

Two days ago I discovered the unfortunate truth that no amount of In The Groove can prepare one for jogging. I thought my legs would be sufficiently strong, but realized yesterday after waking up very sore that running involves different muslces. In The Groove must help some, however, because I found that my stamina didn't wear very easily while I ( Read more... )

I worked last night from 3:00pm - 12:00am, ensuring a very slow and boring evening. I passed much of the time doing sudoku  puzzles, talking music with a bagger and reading 1776. None of this was very amusing until my manager came into the scene and commented on my various activities. He asked me to teach him how to do a sudoku puzzles; I did and ( Read more... )

I have done the unthinkable. I just sent a real letter to a real person by way of real mail with a real postage stamp. I can now do anything. Even clean my room. Maybe.

I think myself fortunate to be leaving home in seven weeks because it will signify the long-procrastinated end of my job at Albertson's. Retail has certainly not been the best job, but I can't speak too horribly about it - the wages have been sufficient for my needs and the work is usually acceptable. I often feel that I could have done better - ( Read more... )

I'm back from camping. A shower never felt so good.