Kalimazoo

My voice is back (kind of) and I'm in Rexburg for the weekend. I come back Monday. A few other updates - I bought something from Taco bell for the first time ever on Thursday. It was a soda, but I still think that's rather momentous. I tried to go to sleep early that night, because I had a test the next day, but people were still up and the light was still on, and then one of my roommates happened to own a bag of kazoos. We all got one. Mine's green, but I can't get a continuous hum into it. M-Lite took requests, and mine were "Lavender Blue" and "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy". Hearing them made me homesick. After the light was out and as I drifted off to sleep I could still hear my roommates and their kazoos, but I didn't really mind. It's not always that you get to experience such a thing.

I got to see my mom, because she came to Rexburg for a week, so our visits overlapped for about 18 hours. I got to hold my niece. She's tiny and looks just like her dad. I haven't held her much because I don't want to get her sick. You'll all be forced to see some pictures when I get back to Provo.

Yesterday my roommate came in with the mail and there was a letter for me from home. I opened it to find another sock. No fooling. It was from my sister H2 this time. A blue sock with polka dots, and with it a note that said "Have a Happy Valentines Day! (hope you get lots of sweets)" and inside the sock was a dollar bill. I had just regained my voice and the first thing I used it for was to laugh uproariously. This second piece of sock mail was postmarked exactly a month after the first, and I think that the one thing that could make me truly happy would be to receive a sock in the mail every month from now on. So, if any of you out there send me a sock postmarked on the 12th of March I will love you forever probably.

Also, I'm here in the library and what do I find sitting on the desk next to me? This book titled Street Gangs: Current Knowledge and Strategies. This makes me happy.