I hate this stupid myldsmail garbage cause there's a clock counting down in the corner telling me how much time I have left, so I'm all panicky and writing sloppily.
The past week has been great. I'm used to it now, and I really dig the MTC. My companion is a cool cat and I love my district even though hanging out with them is how I imagine spending all your time with a gang of baboons must be.
Let's see, what are some highlights from this week?
On Wednesday we had service duty early in the morning. While I was putting brooms and spray bottles back in the custodial closet I snagged a couple of work order forms. I filled them out with Elder Simons's, Elder Platt's, Elder Cline's, and Elder Martineau's names on them, telling them that their earlier service was unacceptable and that they were to return to a non-existent room in a building across campus to report for duty. They totally bought it, and after chasing the wild goose for a while, came back and thought that our zone leaders had set the whole thing up. It was hilarious. They still don't know it was me, and I won't tell them until I'm safely in a different country.
I participated in my first tie trade this week. I lost a mediocre tie and gained a mediocre tie. Meh. Speaking of ties, I still haven't worn the same tie twice and I've probably got another week or two's worth. I think it'd be great to wear a tie every day of the MTC, so if anybody finds any cheap, cool ones at DI or something lemme have em.
Spanish is coming along well. Si.
Gym is awesome. My companero was on the BYU track team and my District leader was on the BYU football team. Because I hang out with them all the time I'm lifting weights and running almost every day. That almost makes up for all the cafeteria food. The other day at gym we played softball in the temple field. I totally owned everyone. Everyone except Elder San Nicolas, that is. He played in college. I did hit a home run though. I had a ton of fun, and I really regret that I didn't play in high school or something. Except if I had done that I would have had to drive a Ford F150 and scratch myself much more than I did.
No punk and no reggae is hard, but I'm starting to really dig the old Ludwig Van. Everyone listen to some Minor Threat and Toots & the Maytals for me. Thanks to everyone for all the letters I've gotten, but no thanks to Mat6t and Kamalei. You guys are the lousiest friends ever. -PSYCH! but then psych that psych. right.
Mom, instead of epguanuna try firstname.lastname@example.org. I think that should do it. Also will someone forward this to Evelyn C? That'd be tight.
I can't respond to emails from anyone other than family, so if anyone wants to hear more from me write me at
Elder Nate Perkins
MTC Mailbox #193
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793
Well that's all I've got and my time is running low, so I've got to log off. The chocolate milk is good, the Church is true.
Don't break edge,