Sup Fam Scam,
Wazzup in the hood, keepin' it fresh double bones dank up in the 1-2-1-2. Sheshin' the quiet gnar like it's the early to mid nineties.
So yeah, this week has been pretty cool and stuff. We didn't end up going to the ancient mounds last week--maybe someday. We pretty much just played volleyball all day. I'm getting a little better. Before I came here I thought I was pretty good at volleyball, but then I realized that I'm the suckiest at it. That's pretty much all Samoans do is play volleyball, so they're all way good. So hopefully I'll dominate at it by the time I come home. So yeah, mostly this week we've just been makin' lots of visits and teaching lessons and stuff. We had an investigator get baptized on Saturday. His name is Tasiiva. He's cool. His girlfriend is a member and they want to get married but she said she won't marry a nonmember, so he decided he wanted to get baptized. Haha. He's dope though--super humble. He was real receptive to all the lessons and stuff--just a good guy. I think he's probably in his mid-twenties or so. He asked me to perform his baptism, so that was cool.
Oh yeah, haha, so before we did the baptism something really sucky happened. So the day before the baptism--on Friday-- we asked the ward mission leader if he would go fill up the font a couple of hours early cause we had some visits to make and stuff before the baptism. So I didn't really think about it--that's usually what we do anyway. So then we're in this visit with this super old dude that was just talking forever and it's like ten minutes before the baptism is supposed to start. So finally at 5 minutes past 7:00, we finally get out. And the baptisms is supposed to begin at 7 pm. So we hurry over there and right as soon as we show up there's like nobody there. There's just these three old dudes sitting there talking. So we're kinda worried that nobody is gonna show up cause that ward's not super strong. So then I change into my white clothes and my companion goes to check the font. And wile I'm changing, I hear my comp calling me like "Johansen! Johansen! Get over here!!" So I go and see what the problem is, and freak, man, it was the nastiest thing. Not only was the baptismal font entirely empty, but there was this gnarly, super bloody, dead dog in the bottom of the font. Like it was fresh--it stunk so bad. Cause most of the baptismal fonts in Samoa are outside in this little gazebo thing. So pretty much anyone could have come and messed with it. So me and my companion had to get it out--it was the worst. It was a big dog too. So he had the front legs and I had the back legs, and we were taking it to chuck over the fence on the other side of the chapel grounds, but it was super rainy and the grass was all wet and I slipped and fell. And the dead dog's back half got dropped on the whole left side of my body. So my clean white shirt and my nice pressed white pants had mud and hair and dog blood all over them. So then we got rid of the dog, and we cleaned out the font as much as we could, but we couldn't really. Andy by this time more people were showing up. So we just filled up the font anyway. And I tried to clean off my clothes as much as possible, but you could still see the dog blood all over my pants and the back of my shirt. So despite everything, we ended up doing the baptism and it went really well. The water in the font was all grody though. I felt bad to dunk Tasiiva--hopefully he doesn't get any diseases or anything. When he came up out of the water, there were chunks of dog fur all over his face. I just didn't say anything--I was kinda embarrassed. But yeah, it was good though. And then on Sunday he was confirmed--that was cool. It was fast Sunday too, so he got up and bore his testimony--it was really good.
So yeah, that was dopefest. Also this week, me and my comp got to watch these dudes butcher a cow--it was really cool. I got it on film for your enjoyment, so when you send me back my SD card, I'll hook you up. It's raw footage, real carnage. I know mom's into that kind of stuff.
Oh yeah, a kid from our zone, Elder Bailey, went home this week. He was in my same MTC group. They said he was sick, but I saw him in Apia like a week and a half ago and he was just fine. He had kind of a hard time with a lot of stuff, so I dunno. He's a good kid though--he'll do good with whatever. But yeah, Bailey's gone. And his comp is on a split in Upolu, so our zone is now reduced to four people. It's just me, my comp, and the ZL's. This week we've had to do a split and go into Bailey's area and teach lessons and stuff. It's good though. We still cover almost a third of the island--just the four of us. But we're workin' hard--it's dope gnar fest to the days.
So yeah, it's the dopest out here--I'm stoked. The work is going really well--it's good. I'm stoked on the letters Mom sends me from the boys--they're funny. It seems like each week Austin and Kevin say the same stuff. Austin asks for cookies and Kevin talks about Seinfeld. Haha, good kids. It makes me wonder what my "signature theme" is in my letters. Keep shreddin' the easy gnar bones.
So yeah, nah--I don't really need anything. Well actually when you get the chance, send me more aspirin and Ibuprofen and stuff. Haha, yeah. It goes quick. Almost every day this week so far we've had people ask for pills. It's like we're running a pharmacy, lol. Nah, but I really don't mind--these people really need it. They'll come to me with these gnarly injuries and ask for pills, but I don't really even use them anyway. I drink tons of water, so I don't get headaches. I feel bad cause a lot of people can't really afford to go to the doctor or anything, so they just deal with it. So yeah, send me some pills and stuff. But other than that, I really don't need anything.
That day in March when you thought I was in Apia, I was just in Salelologa--they have an ATM there. It's on the other side of Savaii. I had to pull some cash out to buy a bowl for this family in our ward. They brought dinner over, but I accidentally broke this really nice bowl that they had. So yeah, we ended up buying them some cups and Tupperware instead.
But yeah, it's dope. Also that speaker broke. I don't really know what the deal with it is. But whatever.
Things are going good. I'm still with my same companion, Elder Nansen. Things are good. My Australian accent is almost perfect, like no joke. I called an elder in Upolu who's from Australia using my Australian accent and he thought it was legit. He was all like, "Oh mate, I didn't know we had this many Aussies in the mission, brotha." And I was like, "Yeah, it's mean as, mate. To the days brotha." Australians have a lot of funny slang terms that they use that I'm pickin' up quick. So that's cool. I had to ask my companion the question that has been weighing on my mind for the last few months--"Is the fence really rabbit proof?" I know those Australian rabbits love to get past fences by any means they can. It just seems too good to be true. To the days mate, it's mean as.
So yeah, dog faces--it's the dope dank out here. We have another investigator that will probably be baptized soon. Her name is Ruta. She just has to get married first and she'll be sweet. We were going to do the marriage last week but the stake prez was busy. So once she gets married, she'll be sweet to get baptized. So the work is going good.
Transfers is tomorrow, I think. So we'll see what happens. I'll probably stay, hopefully. But who knows.
Oh yeah, April Fools! Hahaha! You guys are the dumbest!!! Yeah, the dog story was pranks. Everything else was true, but ain't no dogs bein pranks for me. Haha, eat that. Nah, it was just a normal baptism on Saturday. It went smoothly and lovely. It was actually really good. I'm sorry, it wasn't that great of a goof and a spoof. I didn't really have time to think of something good. I didn't actually remember that it was April Fool's until halfway through the day, which is a shame cause AP Foolz is like my favorite holiday. I guess I'll have a whole year to think of something good. I pranked the gnar on my boys from my MTC group though. I texted each of them saying that I'm getting sent home cause I was kissin' girls. PRANKS!! Elder Hansen, the kid that Katie made the chumpie shirt for, was like having a heart attack. He called me like six times--he was all worried. Haha. And then they were all mad when I told them that it was just an awesome prank. But yeah, I wish I had planned in advance--I could have done something cool. It reminds me of the time I told Kevin that Michael's mom ran over Zeek. And then I told Michael that Kevin's mom ran over Zeek. Haha, man I'm funny. Nah, but yeah. It's all good here. You know the Prankster Prince is alive no matter where he goes.
So yeah, peeps, today for you Americans is the Sunday sesh of General Conference. But it's Monday for us here in Sammerson. We were gonna get up way early and watch the live broadcast this morning, but we would have had to get up at like 4:30 cause it's 10:00 am for you guys, 5:00 am for us. At least I'm pretty sure. But yeah, we didn't go. I'd rather be awake for it so I can actually learn something. So we'll do that next week--it should be good. I'm stoked deftoats all the way. Anyways, this letter is way too long.
Keep it steezy bones.
Love,
Grimy Grublips
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