Pepe

Today I was reminded of Pepe. All the memories came flooding back. He and I spent so much time together, I felt it my duty to share our story with the world, which came to an abrupt end.

I first met Pepe while I was in my mission in Guatemala. He came to me while I was playing with cats on the street, and remained there for about 6 months. No matter how hard I tried, Pepe stayed; he loved me that much. No matter what the nurse gave me, it faded away for a little while, only to suddenly come back with reborn love.

Yes, Pepe was a ring worm on my left arm. I don't know how it suddenly died during my first couple of weeks back home. But even the cool scar he left me has faded by now, leaving me with only a heart full of memories (romantic background song). Oh, Pepe, you were definitely my favorite pet in the mission! How I miss you!

Nebraska

Rural towns are depressing. I cannot wait to get back to Vegas. I'm flying back in a couple of hours.

Again and again, I strongly feel I should build a high tower, and isolate myself in it until prince charming comes to rescue me. I would have very long hair, and awesome wallpaper on the walls...That is how depressing Corn Land is.

There is no need to say more. I have disturbed everyone enough.

Emoed up

I had a coupon for a hair salon, which I decided to use this week. I called and set up an appointment. I had only 30 minutes to spare that day. I was astonished the minute I walked in by the amount of tattoos on everyone inside; I could barely see their faces, or their real skin color, for that matter. It was a little freaky, I must admit. An emo guy introduced himself to me (it was the first time I see an emo smile, I may add). It took him a whole hour to finish with my hair, while I heard extremely weird conversations all around me (about Hooter tank tops, and many other adult-content topics). To make things worse, my hair ended up looking like my stylist's at the end of that hour. It was clear to me then why there were coupons available for this place.

Needless to say, he got no tip, and they lost a customer.

Make-up attempt

A double feature today, since I didn't write last Sunday. In my defense, I was driving back from SLC, after enjoying a lovely General Conference, and after the emotional turmoil that losing my wallet brought along. Ironic that I loose my wallet here, while I have never lost in Honduras, where people get mugged on a daily basis. Disclaimer: Honduras is still a beautiful country, and if you haven't yet, you should go visit. Just give me a call first, so I can give you the "safe" tour (Yeah, also call me after May next year, when I will be back there).

I got a severe case of "summeritis." I apparently had such a great time over my 3-month vacation, that I refuse to go back to my work-hard routine. A classmate even told me last week that I'd been slacking off! Me? The most responsible person on earth?! How dare he?! But it is true. And all the traveling I've been doing, and continue to do since summer ended, well, it just goes to prove that I'm not willing to give up on all the fun.

And because, according to Yahoo! news, it is not safe to share my traveling plans in public, I will definitely not write about my upcoming trip this month. Ha! Now you won't know!

A chance for a new life

No, no epiphany of how my life changes drastically, and I turn into a new me. No, I just lost my wallet last week in SLC, and now must get everything new, after giving up on a good soul finding it, and returning it to me.

I did not realize I had lost it until about an hour later, and after driving around looking for it for about 40 minutes, decided to drive to the bank and cancel my cards. I'm getting my stuff back little by little, except for a few that were irreplaceable (gift card from Barnes & Noble included, which I was saving for a future precious book).

Lesson learned: Never leave your wallet on top of the car while filling up the gas tank. And if you do leave it there, do not forget to pick it up before you get back in the car. Never, never, never do that.