duck....duck.....duck.....

you guessed it - I am feeling a little bit like a goose in the middle of a bunch of ducks today. Not that that is a bad thing - quite on the contrary. Usually I concede that SOMEONE has to be comic relief if life is a stage. Who would tell the fart jokes? No worries; I've got you covered in that area. It's a breeze (snicker)
I'm loving my missionary prep class, and I've taken a class from the teacher before, so we're pals. He makes me do embarrassing things 'cause I laugh at his jokes. It's great :). Today was kind of funny though... we did role playing where we had to teach "discussions" to another companionship, and I ended up being a better Muslim/atheist than a missionary... The guys that were teaching my companion and me about the Godhead couldn't stop laughing because I kept on dishing out the hard questions. I guess maybe I just remember those questions from being totally clueless about teaching my buddies about the church. I remember being so mortified - Jason would go out of his way to say something exceedingly "Mormon" in front of our "atheist" friends (like the missions of each tribe of Israel or the degrees of glory), and he would run off with this stupid grin on his face leaving me to explain. I guess he must have been hard up for some entertainment when his face wasn't suctioned to his computer.
I spent about 5 hours practicing today. I have concluded that beat boxing doesn't sound very cool on the piccolo. That's about it. JK - I'm actually doing some pretty crazy-cool pieces for a recital later in the semester. One of the songs I have to "sing" into my flute while I'm playing, beat box, and use poly-tonality (that's where you get one note fingering to play harmonics). If any of that made sense to you non-nerdy people out there, you can give yourself a pat on the back.

I'ma going to go bed now. Have none grammer no longer. It gone sleepified.
Love you guys.