Unfortunatley things aren't going too well with my comp. Elder Rebelo is the world's biggest whiner. Sometimes I feel like calling him Sister Rebelo instead of Elder. He walks around with his head down, crying about how he thinks he's the worst missionary. He blames himself for everything that goes wrong and every 5 minutes says that he's a failure. I feel like hitting him in the face and telling him to suck it up. He reminds me of Terri when we went hiking to a waterfall in Hawaii. He (like Terri in Hawaii) walks 10 feet behind me complaining about the heat, distance, etc. Sorry Terri, but it was the perfect comparison. I love you lots.
Today we're gonna play ultimate frisbee, baby. I'm definetly an all-star candidate. I'll tear it up, even though I have gotten a little thicker. I've gained 18 pounds since the first day of my mission. I'm still skinny but all of it's gone to "my belly". My neck and face aren't that skinny looking anymore.
I'm outty,
Elder Carter