First Week at the MTC...

Thanks so much for all the packages and letters everyone.  I got 3 letters in one day all from my mom, and all my district was asking about which girl was writing me so much(were not aloud to open mail till like 9:00).  So I was like wow 3 letters, who would write me, and then they all started drilling me on whether or not I had a girl friend, and that if she writes that much she must really miss me.  But it was all from my mom and so they lost interest.  I can only check my email on wednesdays, but I can recieve mail any day of the week, I just cant reply till wednesday. My MTC mailing address is : "Elder Jaxon Hunter Jorgensen OCT27 UKR-DNE 2009 N 900 E Unit 165 Provo UT 84602".  They estimate that Ill depart on the 27 of october so thats kinda a long time from now.  My zone is really chill, like extremely relaxed.  We are all so close because we know that we are all struggling together and that we have to live with eachother for 9 weeks.  Dallin H. Oaks spoke at our devotional on tuesday and I sang in the choir for it, it was really cool. My companions name is Elder Knorpp, he hasnt recieved any mail yet, but he loves that I share my supply of oreos, poptart, and pringles with him(I keep the York Peppermint Patties for myself).  On Sunday we watched a talk from David A. Bednar, it was called "Come unto Christ"  It was really cool, and I learned a lot from it.  Its about how selfish we can be some times, and how much better missionaries we could be if we thought about others first.  Exhibit A:I dont want to put away chairs, they have 200 other missionaries that can do that. Yeah, dont be that guy.​  The food here is wonderful and I am practically drowning in Chocolate milk.  No one drinks the orange juice because apparently its really concentrated and it will make you super sick if you do, some guys can handle it but im not going to risk it.  Everyone in my room get along really well, whenerver we have loose change we put it on the table and then at the end of the day we take it down to the vending machines and buy whatever we want.  Everyday feels like a year, but every week feels like a day.  They keep our schedules so packed, we put in 16 hours of work everyday, and then 8 hours of sleep.  Its insane how many sister missionaries there are, its so weird now when we go to the temple and see people on the sidewalk dressed in something other than a skirt.  To all you people who were telling me to lock my heart, thank you for your advice, and I told my ZL(zone leader) that.  He said "Your heart may be locked, but your eyes are not blind". Me and my companion just died.  Also, there are like an infinity of napoleon Dynamite jokes here.  Like our spare time and lunch is filled with napoleon dynamite and Nacho libre references. Well, the computer system is weird, so the computer might be a bodaget and not send the pictures, if that happens, sorry, ill try and figure it out.  I miss you all so much!