THE TALE OF THE BEST BDAY EVR
this week contained the best birthday ever. it was for the one and only Elder Ros. before this last week he rarely received any emails and his mom doesn't like technology so she never writes him. and then this week his companion and a couple more of us mentioned him in their own emails and every single day this week he got at least 10 letters and 2 packages for his birthday.
it was amazing. he was grinning all week. his birthday on Friday was pretty much all anyone talked about all week. it was super special for him. we created a surprise birthday party and the whole zone of like 40 missionaries surprised him and we all partied hard. it was so cool. he loved all of it.
the night of his birthday before he went to bed i saw him just standing next to his bed smiling and he threw his hands in the air and shook his head. i think it was the best day of his life. it was one of the best days of mine too.
it was amazing. he was grinning all week. his birthday on Friday was pretty much all anyone talked about all week. it was super special for him. we created a surprise birthday party and the whole zone of like 40 missionaries surprised him and we all partied hard. it was so cool. he loved all of it.
the night of his birthday before he went to bed i saw him just standing next to his bed smiling and he threw his hands in the air and shook his head. i think it was the best day of his life. it was one of the best days of mine too.
this week was awesome and also super hard!!!!!!! in the famous words of Tom Haverford, "Hmmmmm. Nope, I've actually never done anything hard............. WHAT A COOL LIFE!" that's how i feel right now.
on Monday i got a freakin' dope package from mi madre and it had some sexy crocs and super glue and pocket protectors and butt cream (for all those sticky situations that missionaries get into) thanks mom!
so i decided to wear my really awesome bright pink pocket protector to class. all the sisters were all over me because i was so swagged out. my teacher, however, did not appreciate it as much and decided to go over dress and grooming standards for like half an hour with the whole class. i finally realized that i was the target of the sub-tweet of the lesson when he walked out of the class and stopped to give only me a hug and tell me that he loves me, and nobody else. i was actually kinda flattered. he's kinda taking me under his wing. super nice of him!!!!
so i decided to wear my really awesome bright pink pocket protector to class. all the sisters were all over me because i was so swagged out. my teacher, however, did not appreciate it as much and decided to go over dress and grooming standards for like half an hour with the whole class. i finally realized that i was the target of the sub-tweet of the lesson when he walked out of the class and stopped to give only me a hug and tell me that he loves me, and nobody else. i was actually kinda flattered. he's kinda taking me under his wing. super nice of him!!!!
the life of a yoyo is a short one indeed. mine only lasted 5 days before the string gave out. RIP in pieces yoyo 2014-2014. you will be missed.
this week was the week of the deviled eggs. on Tuesday we all decided to not get real breakfast food and instead only get 8 eggs a piece and mustard and mayo.
it was the best idea ever. because that night we all gathered in the halls with our eggs and had a deviled egg party!!!! it was sooooooo good. and bad at the same time. it was the best and worst idea ever. because you can imagine how it smelled that night in room 215 of the Provo MTC. let me just tell you it was wayyyyyyy dank. but so worth it. i think it will be a weekly thing.
it was the best idea ever. because that night we all gathered in the halls with our eggs and had a deviled egg party!!!! it was sooooooo good. and bad at the same time. it was the best and worst idea ever. because you can imagine how it smelled that night in room 215 of the Provo MTC. let me just tell you it was wayyyyyyy dank. but so worth it. i think it will be a weekly thing.
Elder Slavens (aka elder dark money) brought a bunch of men's facial packets for our whole district. the kind that you put on and then you let them dry and then peel them off and you come out a new man. so one night we all gathered in the bathroom and put on the blue goop and then ran around the halls of the building trying to get it to dry all the while screaming our heads off because it burned like nothing else. we all looked like we should be in the blue man group. it was the most refreshing thing ever. i highly recommend it.
the life in the MTC is a wild one indeed.
NOW TIME FOR A CRAZY PART OF THE WEEK THO!!!! Two nights ago we were walking back to the res from our classroom later than usual because Elder Maurer had to visit the Bontup Tuk. We were walking past the construction site when we saw an elder sneaking out!!!! Of course we chased him, and tackled him down right before he got out of the boundaries! So we took him to the MTC president and he told us to go dump him in the pit at the construction site. "He fell in it, the pit.....we put him in it, the pit..." SO DOPE. isn't that crazy?! it's like almost too crazy to believe!!!! that's because this was all fake and written by Elder Lambert. lol suckas.
anyway.... i love you all. i love this mission. i love the MTC. i love my companions. i love my district. i love Jesus.
keep me in your prayers!
spiritual shpeel: this week for me was all about learning why i need to be obedient. the MTC had been going super awesome and i thought i was the king of the world.(like always) and then for like 2 days everything got really hard and the language wasn't coming and i got super frustrated. and then 2 nights ago i heard 2 talks on obedience. and it was exactly what i needed like always! i realized that the reason things weren't going perfectly like they had been is because i was getting complacent and not being super focused on obedience. so now i know how much obedience can really impact your life. sometimes i think a rule is stupid and doesn't do anything, but it is there for a reason. God doesn't give us commandments because he can. it's always there for a reason.
i know this spiritual thought is more exclusive to missionaries but my teacher taught me how to apply this IRL. he said you pick a commandment that Heavenly Father has given that you're not super good at and think about how following this commandment will make you more Christlike. then just think about that every time you feel like breaking the rule. it gives some meaning to a seemingly meaningless caviot.
be obedient.
i love you all.
Love, elder osborne
KEY TERMS DEFINED
(sorry to all the old people who read my letters)
BDAY-- birthday
Tom Haverford -- Aziz Ansari on Parks and Rec
freakin' -- super
dope -- cool
sexy -- don't ask
swagged out -- the act of swagging
sub-tweet -- subliminally targeted message (usually made by 14 year old girls e.g. wow ur such a loser why would you do that --> without an @)
RIP in pieces -- rest in peace in pieces.
dank-- humid and moist, comparable to the garden of eden
bontup tuk -- wizz palace
wizz palace -- bathroom
bathroom -- where elder osborne usually dwells after dinner
tho -- though
IRL -- in real life
caviot -- caveat