Jordan

I've kind of strayed from my people commentaries, but I think everyone was just wondering when this post would happen. There is certainly something to be said of my friend and roommate Jordan.
My experience with Jordan can be traced back to high school. The extent of our relationship there was that we went to the same one, and knew who each other were. However, Jordan was too busy being smart, and I was too busy goofing off for our paths to cross much more.
By some wierd something, Jordan and I ended up in the same MTC district. We went to different missions, but were in the same district learning russian. Well, let me qualify that. I was learning, Jordan was having it infused into his brain without putting any effort into it. His companion had already taken russian in school and was far enough ahead that they sent him to a state side mission until the rest of us were ready to leave the MTC. The result was that Jordan was put into a threesome with me and my companion. Our relationship took shape at that point. It took the shape of banter and spite. These were not tools of contention as one might think. They were tools of survival. If you've never been in the MTC for 12 weeks you don't quite understand how the MTC makes your brain weird. Our teacher thought we hated each other, when, in reality, we were just going insane. It should be noted that my attempts to serve him went completely unappreciated (typed with my tongue in my cheek).
Jordan sent me a letter once when we were in the mission field in an attempt to keep in touch. I responded...18 months later. I was busy.
After our missions we made contact once or twice before we decided to be roommates in Provo. I have no idea how Jordan, an extremely red personality puts up with my blueness. He hates blues. Somehow we get along. Luckily, neither of us care enough to be upset about much.
Jordan's latest goal is to become bigger than I am. We all know that will never happen. Sorry Jordan. I've tried to explain it to him, but he starts mixing laughter and words like, "you're so stupid" and "I hate you." I even told him to look in his dictionary where the word huge includes in its definition the words, "see Shawn." Denial is a hard thing for him to overcome. Especially when all of his working out and fat shakes, and blah and blah and blah just don't seem to get him as big as me.
There's much more I could say, and many stories I could relate, but this is a good enough overview for now.