You know you're a missionary when...

You start quoting the district. "I don't swim, man!"

You eat top raman again, even though you swore you never would after
the obsession in middle school. Hello cheap & easy food.

You go ice skating in a skirt. #likeaboss

You eat green beans and instant potatoes and not only do you refrain
from complaining, but you actually like them. Pretty sure Heavenly
Father has been blessing my taste buds.

Leftovers are no longer gross and instead an absolute blessing. The
microwave is my best friend.

By 8pm you're wanting to go to bed. Who am I kidding?! It's more like 4pm.

Your mom sends deodarant and you're super excited about it because
it's one less thing you have to buy yourself. Yay for amazing,
thoughtful, and logical moms!

You start re-writing "worldly" songs in public places. Eve 6 helped us
invite people to read The Book of Mormon.

Instead of drowning out a snoring companion by sticking in headphones
and blasting your iPod, you pray for quiet, pull the covers over your
head, and plug your ears. Let it be known that prayers are heard and
answered.

You start using hashtags in your journal, emails, and even your daily
conversations. #itsfine

You look in your closet and realize that all those years you used to
say "I have nothing to wear" were years of lies. Sister missionaries
are pros when it comes to the mix & match.

At the library or grocery store you get mistaken for an employee. Name
tag mixups are perfect segues for gospel discussions.