July 8, 2013

SO we're getting to that point on the mission now where I'm about to hit the summit and start down the other half of the mountain, WOO! That's SO incredible to me that 3 days from now, a year will have already passed since I flew out of the United States. IT'S RIDICULOUS. THAT WASSOOOOO FAST. 

Also, I GOT THE PACKAGE YOU GUYS SENT! Dude, I was SO happy when I got it, it's been a long time without letters or anything from family...hint, hint...

Actually, let's be honest here, and skip hints. I'm just dying for letters now. DUDE I'M LITERALLY DYING. HELP ME. I love to write letters, but you know it's just kinda gotten to that point where things have cooled down on the receiving side. Dude, if I could compare this to a relationship, it wouldn't be too pretty. At this point in the relationship, we've already had a really good start. I wrote poems for her, she made cookies for me...and when we went out to eat at McDonald's we had fights over who was going to pay the bill. Things were beautiful, and we were in love. It was give AND get! AGH! The beauty!

But something along the line happened. One day I snuck a cute and well thought-out poem into her messenger bag (which bag I also gave her on her birthday, it was an exclusive designer bag from Coach), and I waited, but she never said anything. On our 14-week anniversary, I sent her daffodils (the first time we told each other we liked each other, it was in a meadow of daffodils). But she never even called to say thank you. One night I tossed pebbles at her window (which is how we met), but her roommate (who is a lying snake) came to the window and said she was out at the movies, watching the new Avatar. But that just didn't sit right with me, because once when we went rollerblading together, she told me that she hated Steven Spielberg.

I started to get so worried and depressed that I stopped writing poetry, stopped worrying about texting, and I stopped going to pilates to get in shape for her. I stopped taking showers, started eating way too much ice cream and getting way too fat. 

I'm here to tell you right now, there's a solid probability that I'm gonna start turning into an emotionally unstable, smelly and large sort of person of I go too much longer without getting more letters. I'm not here to like, beg for letters or anything, because that's kind of pitiful and no one wants to write that sort of missionary, anyways. But PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE WRITE ME LIKE, SOON.

Love you guys:)

No, but in all seriousness, like, put my address up on facebook and tell people to get off their fannies and write a desperate missionary in their free time. Like, seriously. Feel free to quote me on that one:) Also if you do that, make sure to also write that whoever writes me, I'll write them a cute and well thought-out poem in return;)

But aside from all this ridiculous needy missionary stuff, things are going good here, WAY good! My companion (who I got a picture with finally, below) is awesome, and we're getting things done. We've also dominated the package you sent me, already made the muffins, ate all the candy, and wore all the clothes. Ah, I love packages.

AND I LOVE YOU MORE!

BYE!

-Elder Daniel Reneer