0500 southern training camp.
Moral:
i have broken out worse then i have in a while, I have black bags under my eyes, the haircut is a bit puffy in the back, i found out i have allergies in Utah so my eyes are always blood shout and stinging, and i got a stupid little grin on my face all the time!! Life is good and god is good people!! We slowly but surely advance in all aspects and my body will eventually get used to this! I continue to build up anticipation for the deployment! now i have extra motivation to learn Japanese too! my backup plan this whole time was to convert them wish my charming looks... now that they are gone i revert back to the spirit.
Mental advancement:
I can officially attach any adjective i know to any noun. That doesn't sound like much but it is going to help so much in lessons! its funny..
sensei: "today we are going to do base "te" speaker wanting something"
Law choro in the corner: "Yata, Yata, Yata!!" (i don't even know if a say it right.. its suppose to be like hurray they tell me i was just saying yoda until someone helped me out)
its the little things people.
spiritual growth:
I beginning to wonder how repetitive i am in these things because of how repetitive the lord has to be with me. Biggest lesson i have learned over and over again is turn out to the those around you.
You want to sleep better? give your blanket to your bunk mate. want to learn Japanese better? help out your companion with some vocab you know until he gets it. The lord sometimes isn't so subtle in his messages. As i have slowly began to help those around me i am just.. happy. I keep sending these letters home and i pray i don't sound as preachy as i think i am but help someone out! you will be blessed!
supplies:
turns out my supposed "navy" socks are black... they are labeled as navy but i cant tell the bloody difference. But I asked the shimitachi (sisters) and they said i still look stylish so i am good! now i don't even have to sort the things!
physical state:
still doing my push ups and pull-ups with volleyball and bump in the evening. I got a bit over competitive at a game of bump and the cold that has been working on my about coughed up my lung. But all is now well in Zion. fun fact for you: bump.. the fun lil game we all know and love.. people here call it lighting. i have heard that before. Alaskans call it "shooting game" boring. Californians call it speed. New Zealanders call it "chop block" (i told him about football) this kid from the south had another name! i will update you if i find any more!
rations:
you would think that a place such as this would overload us with carbs and sodium. The carbs part is completely accurate. however if i don't watch myself i find i will start licking the cracks in the sidewalk in search of old deicer salt. but i have started to salt my potatoes more and the pregnant woman behaviors are dying down. also.. another fun fact for you (i am just in a mood this morning) there is a normal potatoes (we all know and love and have been under appreciating all these years) fake potatoes (the ones occasionally filled with bugs that we test out future son in laws with), and another type... they serve this last type here. I think it might use the same pearls as the second the second type.. but they add something.. my first impression was Elmer's glue but i haven't died so i don't know. i could not only sculpt a tree out of the stuff with individual needs but i could also glue together my poster with it. And it doesn't taste half bad honesty. If a zombie apocalypse happens this stuff could be big.
Funny story:
this weeks little treat actually occurred right after i sent the last letter.
on p-day we are allowed to go get a sack breakfast we go through this little room and pick out four things we want. (cereal, soda, bagels, toast, ect.) well i always get a p.b. and honey and some bananas, and an orange juice! (refer to last letter for why i would be excited for a manufactured and bottled orange juice)
well my companion Thayne Choro got some cereal, a soda, a milk and a bagel.
side note: he eats like a well mannered bird. always perfect posture, he never touches his food, take small bites, always used a napkin after each thing he eats, beautiful. i should be more like him.
so we go back to our residence and start folding our laundry and eating our breakfast. I just start wolfing it down (nobody here as much as me.. like all the chorotachi are a bunch or lite weights) and thayne choro folds his clothes then politely sits down to his little banquet. I am now on my bed watching him. He eats his little bagel, delicately spoons down his cereal, and then opens his milk and takes a long elegant swigg, only to have it come to a gagging, sputtering stops as the cheesy, cottagy substance he has poured in begins to make him gag! normally you laugh and pity the guy who gets the nasty milk to an extent, but watching the guy who is normally kind of a germaphobe and is normally so dainty at eating hack his guts out back into a tiny little milk bottle... I died. i was laughing so hard i fell on the ground.
we got a free second milk after that. And now thayne choro is suspicious of all dairy in this joint.
love you all
love each other for me!
go play hard for me!
-Cameron Phillip Law Choro
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