Foam Overdose

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There are many u's in that word. Many you's. There are many of you. You are not one but many.

I just sneezed. I'm coming down with something. Not up. Down. I did know a guy who came up with something. It was a brilliant plan, really. But the execution of it failed.

I helped a lady find her dog today. Yesterday, I ditched out on giving blood. Such a terrible thing, to sign up for a blood drive and then not go. I can't do it. I don't want to pass out. I would gladly sacrifice my mortal fluid for another... another day.

I just finished typing up my mission journals. It was a long and memorable journey through them. One time, I was playing "Capture the Flag" with NERF guns with my district at our apartment. Our opponents base was upstairs. There was a door sitting by itself by our entryway. Just a door. Not connected to anything. I don't know why. But it was always there. I got the idea to go up the stairs while shielding myself with the door so I couldn't be assassinated with NERF darts (kind of reminds me of The Two Towers when all those uruk-hai are marching up to Helm's Deep covered by their shields). I made it almost the whole way up without being shot, and then Elder James Martin, bless his little heart, decides to kick the door. Fortunately, I didn't go flying down the stairs, but the door did smash me in the face, causing a great deal of pain and giving me a scary black eye that I'm pretty sure, along with my recent buzzcut, frightened people away whenever I tried to contact them in parking lots. Elder Martin was heard to say after the incident, "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!" Ha ha. Excellent. He's right though. What other choice would you have in that situation? I applaud him for taking initiative in such a high pressure situation. If anybody wants to read my mission journals, let me know kids. The other journals are off limits, but I am willing to share my mission journals if people desire to view them. They're really not that exciting, but you get to experience first-hand what a terrible missionary I was and how immature missionaries (including myself) are, as indicated by the above-mentioned story.

I know nobody reads this anymore... I'm having a lame day and I need to write. I just ate some ramen noodles. Such a nutritionless substance. I'm at work and I'm not supposed to be blogging. I don't think.