May 22, 1997 - Thursday

Well today we [Ст. Shwartz & I] did practically nothing today [from the Department of Redundancy Department].  It rained so much.  Last night I had a visit from the Runs.  It was about 11:30 pm before I could get to sleep.  It lasted for such a long time.  So this morning I stayed in bed until about 8:30 am.  I was so freaking tired.  I think it is from the runs & a little sickness. 

I also had my problem in the shower today.  It had been 4 days - a pretty good amount of time lately.  I wanted to go a really long time.  Like up until next interviews with President Jarvis.  It will be our last with him, I think.  He's a cool guy.  I've always come away from interviews with a better feeling about myself.  But I want to show him that I am getting better and that I can be trusted and am a hard worker.  So I guess that means that I had better be a good, hard worker.  So far this week we've been slackers.  We had better do a lot of work in the next two days or it'll be a total waste and then I'd feel like crap. 

Tonight we stopped by a less active member and dropped off some stuff for her.  We also shopped earlier.  As we were walking along we got stopped by a lady in a shack and she wanted to know if we taught English.  But she didn't listen to us enough, or we just couldn't get our point across because she didn't understand us. 

After English [class] today Сты. Ганху [Gangkhu] & Wright came over to our house and we had casserole and it took forever to make and eat.  1-4 pm they were over here.  Right now I have freaking hurtful farts.  The kind that really hurt because I'm constipated or something.  Right now I'm listening to my Alternative Best #2 because I've never listened to it before.  I have all these cds that I have to get used to.

March 13, 1997 - Thursday

Tonight sucks for some reason.  Today I almost had my problem, but I held off at the last minute.  We went over and had a D with Малу [Malout], that was good.  Eric cancelled on us and so we came home and ate, then left to mail some stuff at the почта [pochta - post office]. 

[mid journal chat - Eric is another of the Africans that we are teaching the discussions to.  He spoke English, french and an african dialect...swahili maybe?  Virginia, Eric or another friend would help us with Malout, because he didn't speak English, or Russian very well - only the african dialect and french.]

Then we headed an hour early to English Class so we could practice a song that we are going to sing in church Sunday.  I hate singing.  I F(^^&%ing suck.  That's probably why I'm in a bad mood.  That and it was in Russian - I'm self concious about Russian and singing and Ст. Woolverton was teasing me a little.

Then I went into English Class and talked to Sharieef for an hour.  It's hard to talk to him because he is learning a lot and his life is pretty bleak right now.  No job etc.  Then Dennis said some comment that Elder Burghardt made about me being pathalogical.  And my converter [between 110 volt/America - and 220 volt/Russia] is not working.  I lent it to Ст. Larsen and now it doesn't work.  Freak am I in need of some serious prayer.  Okay, I just read an article in the Ensign - a balm to my troubled soul.  night