Mitchell, Oil, and Finding it Weird

I am going to Mitchell today. The group going to Africa has put together skits and human videos and stuff to take with us to Africa. We are going to Mitchell for the District Missions Assembly thing to preform a human video for them. Cole and I are giving our testimonies as well. I would say I am not nervous, but I am only not nervous because I haven't thought about it must. I probably will be nervous, only because I am not really planning my words. I am just hoping that since I have lived my testimony, I know it well enough to just get up and say it. But, I guess we will have to see how it goes.

We leave in an hour, so I don't really have much to say. Cole showed me how to change oil last night. That was nice of him. He was like, "I'm surprised you wanted to know how." My mother thinks that everyone should learn how. You see, while I am okay with being weak, pathetic, and an unknowledgeable ditsy girl some of the time, I really don't want to be that way forever.

Something else before I go get done is that I find it weird how I react to certain things. Like even I don't expect it. It's like someone tells me something and I am not mad or upset by it when I thought I probably would be. In fact, I really just appreciate their honesty. I just find it a little weird. And you may find it a little vague, but you are just going to have to deal with it.

So, let the Mitchell adventure begin. (In an hour, but still.)