"DUDE! WE JUST GOT PERSECUTED!"

It's about ten degrees outside, and I am cold. Am I drinking hot chocolate? No, sir, I am not: I'm eating ice cream.

Go Idaho!

I just got back from Book of Mormon class. I freaking love my teacher. He's funny, and in some way I can't figure out, he reminds me of my dad. Anyways, today we got off on the topic of persecution somehow, and he started laughing and told us a story about his mission. Apparently, while on his mission in Belguim with his Southern Californian companion, they were riding their bikes down one of the old cobblestone city streets somewhere (here he sang the wicked witch of the west tune). As they were riding, some guy swung open a door and purposely sent both of the sprawling. His companion got up and said (apparently all southern-californian like): "DUDE! That was awwwwwwwwesome! We just got PERSECUTED!" and proceded to give my teacher a high five. I laughed. I would probably have done the same thing. Does that make me a Southern Californian sterotype? Hm... :\