Speak Friend and Enter

As you all know, under my super cool exterior I'm a super huge nerd. In fact, just yesterday my bgfe and I were biking to her house and there was a lull in the conversation. In that 20 seconds of silence I decided that I'd rather be a Wood Elf over a High Elf for the sole fact that Wood Elves probably get to ride on unicorns. But it's my nerd side that's connected to my sensitive side. My nerd side understands how to express my feelings. Today I cried in a movie for the first time since I watched August Rush back in October. I was watching the final chapter to The Lord of the Rings. I love that story! The whole thing hits me on a chord that no one will ever understand. I don't just love it cause I'm a nerd, I love it because it tells my story. So there I was with my girlfriend watching Return of the King and Frodo had just destroyed the ring and returned back to the Shire *spoiler alert* and all of his friends were getting adjusted to life back in the Shire. Frodo, though, was having a more difficult time with the adjustment. He says, "How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are somethings that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold." And that's when the tears started to come. I remember when I came back from living with my grandparents for the summer. I would think of this quote and how it was a perfect description of how I felt. Just like when I got home from my mission or how now that I've moved here to Hawaii that's how I'll feel when I go back home. Life will never quite be the same. But that's ok. That's the price of the journey. The place can never feel the same because I'm not the same. I've been changed. I've grown. I think the hardest part for me is that even when you come to terms that you've changed you can never quite help others understand how you feel. They don't get why life has to be different. The journey caused you to change. The return caused you to be alone.

Totes M' Gotes!

Just a little quickie for all you peeps out there. I decided when I get 10 followers I'm gonna have a pizza party. So if you want to join make sure you're near me when the destined #10 starts following my crazy.

MDN is not my BMT

I'm supposed to be writing a paper for my English class, but for the life of me I can't think of a dang thesis statement to form my ideas around. Is it sad that that's the hardest part for me, but for the foreignors in my class that part is way easier than actually writing the paper? I wish I was a super-human... or a mutant... or a super-mutant-human. I remember on my mission we were told to think of the best super power before attending a zone conference. I don't really remember what mine was, but if I was asked to do that today I would have to say that the most desirable super power for me right now is to be able to control my breathing... that and to have the power to have well trimmed toenails all of the time. Also, I believe that like CDR said we should "have absolute faith in God or Heaven or whatever other terminology one may use. Do as much as you can, and leave the rest to God/Allah/Nature." I don't think I could say it any better than CDR

Zefron vs. ShiBeouf

So yesterday my girlfriend and I had just eaten some TacoBell to our hearts content and we were walking around thinking of what to do. We stumbled upon the movie theatre and saw that Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief was playing so we decided to give it a gander. It felt like I was watching Harry Potter 1 starring Zefron. The movie was decent, but I feel like if I stick around till number 3 or 4 then I'll really be getting my money's worth. Slash... I feel like Percy Jackson is a second class Zefron, but my bgfe thinks that he's a second class Shia LeBeouf. So he's pretty likable, but likable in a "I could've watched Ryan Reynolds but I'm stuck with Dane Cook instead" kind of way.

On a different note... welcome to my new follower Crystal. My only follower that I've flexed and pumped in one day.

Update!

Dream Korean with the flowing mane is called Jay.

Monkey Pox!

So I don't really have any awesome stories that have happened in the past 24 hours, but since it's my little world I feel like posting anyway. My awesome girlfriend/bgfe hears me tell stories about my mission a plethera of times a day, but no one will quite understand how much I loved my mission. And for the past few days I've missed it like a billion times more than I usually do. I'll just sit and think of the good times I had in 雙和，新莊，桃園，and 木柵。 Anywho... I miss it like crazy and I had an idea today of how awesome it would be if I when I fell asleep instead of having dreams I'd live in an alternate world and that world was my mission in Taiwan. That would be 太好了！

My Dream Man

So... turns out Me + Blog ='s a lot of disappointment cause I'm not very good at keeping up at it, but I'm in Hawaii so I'm sorry.

Anywho... something happened to me weeks ago and it was pretty much the most epic thing ever. I, therefore, am going to share a little piece of heaven with you.

It was some time in the evening and I needed to use the bathroom. So I ventured from my dorm to the bathroom that joins my hall and the neighboring hall together. As I enter the bathroom I hear what sounds like a hair dryer being blown. I don't think much of it, but as I am leaving the toilet area and turning around towards the sinks I am struck by the greatest sight I have ever beheld. I see a naked Korean man (well... he was wearing underwear) blow drying his flowing mane of hair whilst wearing red klogs. I almost wet myself from joy. Luckily, he's in my math class so every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I am reminded of our beautiful moment together. Awesome.