Yeah, I'm sick, guys. Not of the mission, though, geez, chill out. The missionary I went on an exchange with and got the pen with was sick out of his mind and he shoved it on me. Barnacles. It's all good though, I'm cooling off. My voice is just like super dead and that makes it pretty hard to teach proper lessons and stuff. Very annoying. But hey, whatch'a gonna do? Mah laff ees goot.
This week. Gah. I don't even know. OH HEY. I have another story from last week that I forgot to tell 'cause I was so preoccupied with my new pen. So check it out: My companion and I have been pretty good about working out recently 'cause we're both on the downward slope and wanna not be super fat when we get back. So we been hitting up that P90X 'cause the guy on it says it'll make make me rock hard. Putting that to the test. ANYWAY I DIGRESS (surprise surprise). We were working out one night and Elder Brock's benching two fat dumbbells rather than doing push-ups 'cause he's cooler than me. I'm doing push-ups like the guy calls for 'cause I'm smart as well as obedient and suddenly I hear this huge BANG-CLANG-DONG-SHING-BAM-KABOOM and I'm like awwwwwww, crap. I look over and Elder Brock's covering up his face with his hands and blood is EVERYWHERE AHHHHHHHH!! Long story short (pssssh, yeah right, Elder Slavens) he dropped a weight on his face and cracked two of his teeth basically in half. So that was pretty funny, I guess. We went to the dentist's office and I sat there for like 2 hours as Elder Brock had his face reconstructed (it's really not as bad as I make it out to be, but still kinda bad). He's all better though. Thank goodness we weren't in Cambodia 'cause it would be a lot harder to fix a prollem like that so Dallin, be careful in the hood, ya hear?
But anyway, really not tons happened this week. Due to my sickness I've been taking it pretty easy. We're still working through all the crazy ward changes and just trying to get to know people above all else. So yeep, that's me. Peace out fools. I say that with the utmost love.