Day 18, 19, and 20

Hello. Sorry I've been on a semi blogging-hiatus. For Labor Day weekend I went out of town to visit family and even though I did have internet access there, I didn't have time to get on and blog...so, I'm sorry I haven't updated. I guess I should have written something before I left. Oops. Alright, I'll start from the beginning.

Day 18: Kill Something
This was the day we left to go out of town, so while we were packing the car up and getting everything to go, I noticed on the floor in the "foyer" (for lack of a better word) of the house there was a medium-sized la cucaracha just sitting there. It was literally begging me to step on it. Now, I hate stepping on cockroaches because of the crunching noise they make, and you can practically feel their guts squishing out of them onto the bottom of your shoe...so I usually make one of my family members take care of them, but as I was about to spare it its life, I remembered today's task. I hadn't exactly prepared a plan of what I was going to kill yet, so I decided to use the opportunity to my advantage. I stepped right on it, and flattened it like a pancake. And when I lifted my foot up, of course it was no where to be found...aka: stuck to the bottom of my shoe. So I just scraped it onto the floor and went on my way. But to really understand the task, I decided that it would be best for me think about what I had just done as if I was a murderer. I started thinking about the roach's family and how maybe it had a partner that it had had baby roaches with, and I was thinking how they would all be huddled back in the crack of the molding somewhere in my house, waiting for their father roach to come home, and when he hadn't come back for a few hours they figured he was a goner...and they all were extremely depressed and the mom roach was now a single mom roach and would have to fend for herself and her children now and if my family squashed her too (which would be very likely) then the kids would be orphans....

Then I remembered how much I hate roaches and I didn't feel bad at all.

Day 19: Secret Agent
I used to do this all the time when I was little. I would pretend like I was in a movie and I would run around the house pretending I was being watched and then move quickly around corners and when I saw that no one was there, I would whisper to no one, "The coast is clear!" but when I was that little I thought it was, "The Ghostess Glear!" thinking it was just some phrase that came to mean, "Everything's okay!" ANYWAYS...so I tried to get back into that mindset of when I was little and how exciting it was and everything. Well, it was actually REALLY hard. It's sad, because it really made me realize how much of my imagination I have lost since I was little. I know it's just a part of growing up, but it was disheartening.

Since I was staying with my younger cousins (ages 7 and 5) I thought it might be fun to get them on the act too, so in the morning when they had just woken up I ran into their room and was hiding in the closet, and then would peek out around at them like I was spying on them. Then I busted out of the closest and ran out of the room singing the James Bond theme song and spinning around doors and stuff like Bond does in the movies. They just thought it was hilarious, and they wouldn't do it with me. That day we went to the "Body Worlds" exhibit and I didn't think it would be a good idea to pretend like I was a secret agent in there, and plus I was focusing more on the exhibit, which was really cool/interesting. When I got back to their house though, I was really tired and decided to take a nap. I was lying down in their guest room about to fall asleep when I heard a noise, and it kinda scared me. Then I started thinking all these "what ifs." Like, what if it was someone spying on me? And all the rest of my family had been abducted and now the villains were coming after me? What if there was someone right outside the door listening to every move I made? What if there was someone outside the window staring at me through the blinds? Needless to say, I got kind of carried away with it, and instead of feeling like a secret agent I felt more like a scared little kid who thinks something is under her bed...but I think it was kind of the same effect.

Day 20: World's Longest Poem
Today we are supposed to write a line of the "world's longest poem" that is currently being collaborated on the book's website, which was previously mentioned in the "Meet Jonas Day" post. The first line of the poem (which is in the book) is: "Mercy, cried the popinjay to the pope." I really like the word popinjay. I wonder what it is. Dictionary.com says: a person given to vain, pretentious displays and empty chatter. I think I will start using that word in everyday language. So anyways, that's the first line and then everyone else is supposed to write a line also and send it into the website so it will be added on (even though there's no place to send in your line on the site). Oh yeah, and it's supposed to be in iambic pentameter (10 syllables).

"Gallantly goading goats gallop, Peter!"

I used alliteration because it's one of my favorite literary devices. As far as the Peter part, I have no idea.