I had a dream about Jake last night. I dreamt that he was off his mission. In real life, if he isn't home already, he'll be home this week. So, in my dream, Jake was no longer a missionary. He had served in the Cebu Mission (Santa Rosa, California in real life), and he came to visit me in this mission. We spoke Cebuano to each other. It was cool.
Today is American Independence Day, and I couldn't care less. I am so sick and tired of the USA. They are so arrogant and ignorant to the rest of the world. I'm especially tired of their attitude towards Canada. Ever since my first day at the MTC, I've been dealing with Canada jokes and being made fun of because I'm Canadian, and people putting down and laughing at things that I enjoy and am proud of in my country. I've always been good about it and just laughed it off, but lately it's really been bothering me. I want to go the rest of my mission without another American companion. Filipinos, Samoans, and Canadians na lang (now only).
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