I hiked a mountain in the middle of the night last night. It was an adventure. This boy who I barely know and I decided to hike up to rock canyon from our apartment. It was grand. We saw stars and we even played at a park for a while. It was exciting.
So one of my new college friends got his mission call today and for me this was my first friend being called somewhere and it's kinda weird. I'm stoked out of my pants for him and I think he'll be a great missionary and have a really good time but I'm starting to realize that my friend count is going to shrink drastically in a matter of months and I'm kinda bummed about it. Don't get me wrong, I fully support them going on missions and I'm really happy for them but I think I'll defiantly have a hard time when everyone and their dog is gone for 2 years.