The First Day of P-Day

Haha, well here we go. Sorry, i've only got 26 minutes to type this bad boy out, so if it ends mid sentence, you will know why.

Also, I read an update that stated you would post only generic parts of the e-mail on my blog. Incorrect. You will post the entire e-mail on the blog. haha. Courtney, don't forget to update my facebook status with a link to the blog every time I update it.

Alright, here is my tale of misery and woe, followed by some good times.

I get to the airport, say goodbye, yadda yadda yadda. Me and Matt did the "God Of War" thing from Hot Rod loudly, in a crowded terminal, to say goodbye, so I slightly fulfilled a childhood dream. After this I got into security where there was no line, so I shot right to the front. I got escorted into a side room where I was subjected to several painful torture sessions, and 2 full body cavity searches. Haha not really though, she went through my bags in front of me and asked a lot of questions:

Security Lady: What are these.
Me: Coat hangers?
Security Lady: What is this note.
Me: Uhhh..Looks like my mom gave it to me
Securty Lady: Why.
Me: uhhh....
Security Lady: Why do you have packing tape.
Me: In case I need packing tape?

See, she didn't really ask questions, just stated things. It was quite scary. But I passed the test and Lo and Behold, went through security. Then I sat around, then I got on a plane and flew to Seattle.

Well, things started out badly. My plane landed early, so now my 1:40 layover turned into a 2 hr layover. No big deal though, I can roll wit dat. Then I find out the plane i'm supposed to be boarding is late.Ok.. (grumble) but again, no big deal. I can wait. Well the plane finally arrives, everyone gets off, and we board. After boarding, I sit on the plane for about 30 mins. Then we get an announcement that some "light" is on that isn't supposed to be on. So we sit there for a while. Now, i'm a bit of a nervous flier, so this does a lot to calm me down. Not. Then we find out it's a problem with the door. We sit some more. We find out they can't fix it quickly. We sit some more. They tell us they will try. They kick us off. We sit in the terminal for 6 hours. Yep that's right, they had to order the part from Portland, and then install it. So my flight that was supposed to leave at 3:00, didn't leave until 10:00. Finally, the plane takes off. And me freaking out the whole time, not knowing if they fixed the door right. Finally I land, and get my bags ok. I go over to the express shuttle place as I was previously instructed, and give my confirmation number to the guy at the desk. I am told to wait an hour. So I wait. And after a day of being told "in an hour, in an hour" over and over again, it was very difficult. Finally the shuttle driver pulls up, just as I hear my name on the intercom. Well, i shake my head and board the shuttle. I sat next to a cute girl, which was also slightly maddening, knowing I couldn't flirt or anything. haha. Then she wanted to talk the whole time, so i didn't get to sleep until I got into the MTC at the glorious hour of 2:00. Checked in, got to my room, and met the guys. Woke em all up haha. but then, my day was salvaged as my companion made my bed for me while I unpacked what I needed for the night. That simple act of kindness almost brought me to tears. so ya. Pretty good day at the end. took me about an hour to fall asleep, and then I still got to wake up the next morning at 6:30.

Thursday: Ahhh.....This was the longest day in my life. You know how much you hate the first day of school because you don't actually learn anything? Well imagine that, but your first day of school is 16 hours long, you are running on 3 hours of sleep, and you are quite sick as well. Enough said. Very spiritual though.

Friday: Like a thousand times better than Thursday. Kids, the MTC is kinda brutal the first couple days, but then things start getting spicy. My companion is a really cool guy that looks a lot like McLovin and is really spiritual. The other guys in my room are also cool so we have some good times. Stay away from anything that is cooked for breakfast. stick to the cereal. Read your scriptures.

The only rule that is really bugging me at the MTC is that I can't play my Mario Brothers songs on the piano. One of my teachers reprimanded me about 10 notes in. Ahhhhahgajskghaj. And there are pianos everywhere. It's ok though, because I can do my batman impression and that sends the guys into hysterics.

And now for the spiritual part. The MTC is really spiritual. People are constantly walking up to you bearing their testimonies in serbo-croatian, japanese, and klingon. You feel the spirit really strong here, and it's awesome.

Also, now I know that everyone has a cousin/brother/parole officer that lives in Colorado Springs, and it's really beautiful.

1:00 left. Sweet. Catch ya'll next week. Read your scriptures.

Elder Gibb.