Day 20: A Day for Poets!

I've always enjoyed writing poetry. For me, poetry comes easily. I'd be writing away without even thinking twice, and my English teacher would come around to see what I'd done. I'd poop out words that somehow would thread together seamlessly. Not all of them were great, but they all had a flow to them.
Today, I got to do what I love best! Write. I was to write a single line of poetry, to be put in a huge collective poem. I was given a starting point: the first line. I know this may seem like a bad idea, but I completely disregarded it. I trusted that somehow my little donation to the endless poem would fit in like a puzzle piece.
For the first time in a while, I struggled with the words. I have a love-hate relationship with writing to begin with, but today I couldn't seem to make the words flow like the usually did. Even if it was absolute crap.
Only when I sat down here, at my computer desk, did I finally find some inspiration. So here goes my single line of poetry:

In the restless hour of midnight did I finally feel myself cracking as we shared the thoughts that had been aging like wine inside our chests. 


I know. It's not the best, but it felt right. The feeling of contributing to something so far greater than myself is what I loved.
Ciao, guys! And this little project for today has inspired me to do something later on with my subscribers on YouTube. Be on the lookout.

Day 19: Top Secret

Guys, today was so top secret that I can't share it with you. I've got to run before someone important finds this. Eep!

Day 16: Flip 'Em Off

Today was possibly my favorite day yet. Yeah. I got to discreetly give people the finger. Hear someone annoying in the grocery store? Use the What's In My Eye? You'd be surprised how many techniques there are.
Quite a funny little quest for the day. Alas, I must go. Have fun designing new discreet techniques, guys. Ciao!

Day 14: A Day of Compliments

Flattery can be nice. It can also be annoying when it's not genuine. So, today my goal was to compliment people and see it if got me anywhere. I told my best friend how much she means to me, how I can fangirl over just the right things with her.(T, if you're reading this, you are the frakkin' best friend I could ask for. You're vulgar, hilarious, adorable, witty. You're me in a separate body.)
I also complimented a stranger on her lovely 'do and she, in exchange, told me I had a lovely haircut myself.
Complimenting people has always made me feel like I have a small ball of sunshine in my chest. There's something about seeing someone's face light up that makes me beam. A good friend of mine once joked with me while we were doing math together and said,"Who am I kidding? Shouldn't argue with someone by far smarter than me," completely un-sarcastically. These little sentiments make our days a little brighter.
So enjoy yours and make sure you let someone know just how great they are.

Okay, enough with all this sappiness!

Day 13: Send a letter to a serial killer!

Intimidating as it may sound, I've decided to complete this task to the best of my ability. I was even provided with a list of serial killers and their addresses in the Book. So.....I could perhaps send this to one of 'em. You know. To lighten their day...or something. I will most definitely not be writing down a return address. Definitely.

Day 12: I did not realize having a daily blog would be so tough.

Title says it all, dears. I will hopefully become a little more consistent with this blogging business, but 'tis summer-the season of procrastination and un-productivity. Today my challenge was to find "my type". Now, I'm not one for labels, but when you get down to it, they are natural for humans to apply to our fellow peers. On the checklist: Beefcake, Mr. Nice Guy, Loaded, Married with Kids, Sleazeball, and Handsome Prince. All of these "types" have good and bad qualities, but I don't want a fairytale life, nor a "sleazeball". I'd hate to be a home wrecker, I don't like pushovers, or people that have good looks but no interesting things to say. So that leaves us with.....nerdfighters....?
Yes, that's the kind. The endearingly awkward intellectuals that will converse with you about Ray Bradbury and the science of sleep.
Ciao, guys!

Day 9: Rise and Shine

I am a wild insomniac. I stay up until I see daylight and then drink copious amounts of coffee to ward off sleep. But when I do sleep, it's like heaven. And last night I had a reason to.
Today my mission was to set my clock for 5 AM and take in all the beauty of the wee hours of the morning. I made myself a cup of chai tea, read a book, and watched the sunrise. And then I proceeded to scavenge the kitchen until I found sour gummy worms. What can I say? I like sugar.
All in all, very nice day. I think I'll have to start developing a normal sleep regimen because the morning isn't all that bad after all.