Day 29: Work on the Southern Accent

So! Today my little adventure was to dial a number at random and read a script (which was a sort of fundamentalist Christian rant which pretty much said nothing for about 5 minutes) in a deep, thick Southern accent that I do not possess. It was rather hilarious because I dialed up a Texas number and could only imagine the person coming home, listening to their new voice mails and hearing me: feigning (rather horribly) a southern accent and rambling about the power of religion without ever really saying anything of significance.
All in all, a fun day. Prank calls are quite fun every now and then. I'm just glad they haven't called back.
Yet.

Day 22: In Ten Years' Time

Guys, I'm sorry this one came late, but I was so busy that I couldn't get to my laptop before midnight. So...Today my challenge was to make an agreement to meet up with someone that I barely know in ten years' time.
Upon hearing this, I was instantly thrilled with the idea. I've always had this sort of pipe dream to go visit each place I've lived. I have a friend, Josiah, who will be living in Minot, ND, the place I lived last, for the rest of his high school years and (maybe) then some. I don't know him that well personally, though we did go to the same school last year, and we are friends.
We decided it would be fun to meet up in ten years' time. I'll be twenty-three, on the cusp of twenty-four, and he freshly twenty-five. So strange to think about.
We agreed on meeting each other in Minot on the 13th of June in Minot. In case we've changed beyond recognition, we agreed to wear the following identifying features: Trinity-Chuck Taylors, a blue sundress. Josiah-a graphic tee under a gray blazer jeans a belt and black dress shoes
In the event that we have nothing to talk about we shall talk about: what's happened in the past few years, what music we've listened to, that guy we met on the street, and the fact that it's Josiah's twenty-fifth birthday!

Signed,
Trinity Chapa & Josiah Ranger

Day 23: PLASTIC FANTASTIC!!!

"Today consult a no-obligation appointment with a plastic surgeon and see what they recommend." 

Okay. First off: I ain't got time for that. Second off: There are no plastic surgeons near where I live, thank God. However, I tried to get to the heart of this challenge and saw that I just needed to see that I was in no way, shape, or form perfect.

You know, when you're a kid and you just kinda sit in the bathroom and wish that you had curly hair or straighter teeth or whatever it is that you don't have? I used to do the same damn thing. But after a while, as I started to get older, I stopped looking in the mirror, even though my teeth now had metal wires across them, my forehead was covered with zits, and my eyes were perpetually dark, no matter what I wished. I think, after a while, I started seeing myself as a whole: my mischievous smirk, my wide eyes that tried to capture each moment, and all that strangeness and uniqueness inside. Cheesy, I know, but I stopped seeing myself as a list of positives and negatives, and more like a person. I started seeing the beauty in myself, and because of that, I exuded confidence. 

I still wish that my face was just a little narrower, my eyes just a little more wide set, I, a little less volatile, and my stomach flatter. But I stopped wishing for this unattainable perfection, and now I couldn't be more comfortable and confident with myself.

I've been very involved with public speaking, academic projects, and such, so when a girl I admired for so long because of her effortless charm and confidence told me that she admired my own easy confidence, I just about keeled over. It means a lot to me when people say that I'm beautiful or compliment me, and I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that I've come to be accepting and loving of myself. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is not to focus on your negative attributes all the time, whether they be physical or internal. If you think you see your own beauty others will too. 

Also, you can expect yesterday's blog post some time soon. 

Day 21: Patriotism Day

Each country is extremely patriotic. I mean, you have to be! That country is your roots, your soul, the very essence of you. Right?
Today, I was encouraged to explore other countries' ways of celebrating their patriotism. I chose Russia, because I'm a bit of a Russophile. See, I had this amazing piano teacher for four years, Yana, who was Russian. She said that in her home country, everyone was so passionate. You treated your hobbies as you would your school studies. She was also a very graceful person, in every way possible. The way she carried herself was very admirable. I have quite a few Russian friends who tried to teach me the language and exposed me to a lot of the culture.
So by choosing Russia, I did a bit of research. I read some Pasternak, listened to the great Mrs. Spektor, and waved a Russian flag around like an idiot.
Good day. I ate some nice Russian candy and enjoyed pretending to be a passionate, strong-willed, intense Russian. Oh, stereotypes...
 до свидания, my friends! 

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!