Day 38, 39, 40, and 41

So I am back from Texas. It was fun and we got SOOO much done for the yearbook, so that was really good. Anyways...here are my updates on the tasks.

Day 38: Spend Some time in Church
Well...seeing as I was stuck on a plane for the whole morning and then in yearbook workshops all day...I didn't really get a chance to go to church. If I had been at home, I really would have. I was seriously planning on going to a Catholic church and going into the confessional, because I really have always wanted to do that. But I don't even know how that works really...I think you can only do it on certain days. Anyways, so, Brittany said that she really wanted me to bring my Bible and to like, highlight it and read it on the plane or in the hotel. And I said I would. Brittany, I failed you. I didn't bring my Bible. No, I didn't forget it. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was going to be stuck in a hotel room with 3 other girls, and maybe I worry too much about what others think of me (actually, it is very true that I do and I really need to work on that), but I didn't want to come across as an over-zealous Bible-thumper or something. But I wouldn't have. And I just realized that I am totally screwing up the reasoning behind this book. If I was really going to fully complete the task, I would have brought my Bible and highlighted it in the hotel room while everyone was there. I would have done it and by doing so, I would have stepped out of my comfort zone a little, therefore doing exactly what we intended this book to do for us. I am totally screwing it up. Ughhhh.

Day 39: Learn to Speak Swedish
This is kind of ironic because the only guy that came on the trip with us (us meaning 4 girls and the female yearbook teacher) is Swedish. Not that he has an accent or anything, I mean...he was born in the US, I don't know if he even speaks Swedish, but his dad is Swedish I think, and he has a very Swedish name. He doesn't know this I think, but all of us girls would call him the "Swedish Prince." Anyways...this guy, let's just call him Milo (continuing Brittany's trend of bizarre names) is VERY cute, very nice, very funny, kinda reserved, and very down-to-earth kind of guy. He's popular though, which is kinda weird because usually the guys in "his group" are a little cocky. But he's not at all. (If somehow this blog ever really becomes "public" I will definitely have to block this post or something.) Anyways...when I saw this task, I really wanted to say something in Swedish to him (the book gives you phrases) but, like I said before, I don't even know if he speaks Swedish, and if I did say something to him, he might just be like, "What?" and think I'm just kinda creepy and trying to impress him. But here we go again...I'm worrying too much about what others think. Ahhhhhh. I should have secretly whispered to him, "Du ar vacker." (You are beautiful). I wish they had given us, "You have a really cute laugh and nice arm hair and I like that both of our favorite ice cream flavors are cinnamon and I melt whenever you look at me with your warm brown eyes and I'm sorry if I was kind of weird and awkward on the trip I just don't know how to act around cute AND nice guys like you because there aren't many out there and p.s. I know I'm not popular like you but I'm single so call me."

My favorite phrase that they gave you to learn though was, "I am a tiger. Only kidding! I used to be a tiger but I'm not anymore."

Day 40: Practical Joke
The best time to do a practical joke would have been at work because there are so many places to hide there then pop out at someone...but I didn't work this day. This was also the day I got home from Texas. I really thought about saying, "Hmmm...I can't remember, did I put the toxic-bomb-component chemicals in my shampoo bottle, or the hand cream tube?" (because they're so freaking anal about liquids now because you can supposedly store bomb stuff in them) as I walked through the security check, and then go, "Haha, just kidding!" But I probably would have had 20 guns pulled on me as well as being thrown in jail and therefore never having a chance with Milo up there, unless he has a thing for prisoners. So, instead I just short-sheeted my sister's bed when I got home. But she noticed.

Day 41: Apply for Knighthood
Dear Prime Minister Blair,

I am writing to you to request your bestowing me the title of Dame Betty C. I feel I deserve this high honor because I have achieved many things in my short 17.983 years of living on this earth. Some of these accomplishments include mastering the art of wiggling my ears (which requires high muscle control and articulation), being able to recite the full masterpiece, "The Night Before Christmas," and getting straight A's my entire primary and secondary school career (excluding Advanced Placement European History, which I made a 90 in. Please do not hold that against me Mr. Prime Minister, it was the French Revolution that screwed me over. I however knew everything about Great Britain's history and its evolution into the great country it is today). I may not have found the cure for cancer or been a Nobel Peace Prize winner, but my accomplishments thus far I feel are comparable to such conquests. If you have any further questions about my qualifications for this honor, please feel free to contact me at _____@gmail.com. I have 12 and a half pages more of my merits, I just did not feel it appropriate to send you such a heavy envelope.

Thank you for considering my request. God save the Queen!

Sincerely,
Betty C.

P.S. Winston Churchill is my favorite political leader of all time. Well, besides you of course Mr. Blair.