What has got to be fate? Well, on Thursday last week, I went to Book of Mormon, like normal, and sat in my normal seat, and everything was just normal. Then my teacher asked a question. A boy sitting in the back raised his hand and answered. That is when I knew. I knew that I am going to marry that boy. It's inevitable. How did I know this? Because he had an Australian accent and started answering by saying "when I was on my mission...." An Australian RM in my non-RM Book of Mormon class? Uhm, I'm pretty sure that is God's way of telling me to marry him. Why else would he have been put in MY class? Me, the girl freakishly obsessed with Australian accents, who everyone says is going to be the first person in the group married. So, tomorrow, I am going to sit next to him, introduce myself, keep it cool. But probably what will happen is I will just chicken out and sit in my normal seat hoping he will talk again. Because I'm lame like that.
And if that doesn't work out, one of my home teachers is going to Australia on his mission. (He is going to end up with the COOLEST accent ever. He already has a cool combination of accents, so through Australian into the mix, and it will just get more awesome.)
So, at least I have options.
Kinda.
Not really.
I'm pathetic.
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