lovaliss's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm a missionary...duh...look at me Hello...I'm a missionary now. I have no restrictions on who I can email and what not...in fact I don't have a lot of restrictions. I also get to choose one day of the week to sleep in, only if I get up every other day of the week though. If it's on my Pday I can sleep in as long as I want. Isn't that great! But I really hate being a missionary at the moment. I am so tired because we haven't goten any sleep, and that adds to it a lot, ask Karl. I'm pissed because I got assigned to the Trail Center and my companion from the MTC got assigned with the legendary sister in the "hot spot" of the mission--they baptized 35 people in the last few months. Me feeling bitter over all of these things makes me: a huge brat. And I realize it, oh yes I do, and I hate myself for it. I'm sure I will like my companions, if I let myself. But pretty much I'm just really annoyed that they keep hugging me, and that means all the Visitor's Center sisters. I don't like to hug...unless I want to hug...I don't hug strangers though, and I don't like forced friendships. "Hi, my name is Sister Skinner and I'm the biggest brat in the mission..." My companions probably hate me because I won't really talk to them when they are pressing me on "what I like to do...how many people are in your family...blah blah blah" The only highlight of my mission thus far is that I went on splits last night and visited an African guy name Simba with Bob Marley dreadlocks. He decided since it was my frist day that he'd say his first prayer ever. It was so simple and so beautiful. But then I felt more bitter because I wanted to be out finding people like Simba all the time, not giving tours. I realize I need an "attitude adjustment" but I am having a real hard time getting it. 1:14 p.m. - 2005-08-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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