Greetings and salutations, devoted readers. I apologise for my lack of devotion towards updating this site and rest assured I'll try to make amends. It's just so damn hard to write about nothing. Ever tried it? Well, it's not easy let me tell ya. If I actually had a life, this site would be great...but alas, no such luck. In the near week that has passed since my last update I can proudly say that nothing of any significance or interest to anyone has happened.
Friday saw my last day of discussions with the missionaries. I ended up entertaining them alone yet again, as Sisi mysteriously "had to work". Where, I had no idea and due to my lack of curiosity in regards to this matter I still have no idea. But we somehow managed without her cunning wit and brilliance and managed to discuss the mormon bible for a total of five very sacred minutes. The rest of our time together was spent poking fun at the people in their english class with lacking talents in picking up foreign languages, one of which I had the great pleasure of working alongside during the summer and I can safely say that I have never felt like committing murder quite so often. I'm sure she's lovely though. I'm sure the whole "I'm boarderline retarded" thing is just a front to keep away prospective suitors on a panty hunt. We also briefly touched on the ever tiring issue of "prayer". Yes, folks. I admit it. I succumbed and allowed myself to be swayed by the sweet words freely flowing from their pouty lips and promptly got down on my knees (no, you pervert!) and prayed. And boy, did I pray. I prayed my heart out. Or I would have if it hadn't been for the fact that I seem to have prayer ADHD and my mind seemed to keep wandering off mid sentence and suddenly I'd catch myself five minutes later thinking about something entirely different. Prayer is definately not a good forum for me. I also didn't have a clue what to say and kept wandering off, mid sentence again, into "thy kingdom come, thy will be done..." and the prayer from the end of Bodyguard which I don't remember seeing since I hit puberty. So as it turns out, I have an excellent subconscious memory but I just suck at sincerity. Ahh well, two tears in a bucket and if that doesn't fill it... fuck it. Regardless of all my difficulties, I won't relent because as the ancient saying goes: "It's fun to make fun of the funny religion". And even though discussions are over, I was sure to show them enough clevage to ensure myself that whenever new missionaries roll into town there will be a knock on my door, and I'll open it to find two strapping young men with their ties suggestively loosened.... "Hello, Mrs. Robinson"