Day 8: 4-3-19

April 03, 2019

Day 8: 4-3-19

Hello to all the everybodys and nobodys of the world. I am very very sorry for not posting for the past few (many) days. I was on a vacation trip kind of thing, sick, and then lazy. It was a college tour for my brother, and the trip was okay. We watched a super duper duper good movie when we were there. It was called Kesari, another Hindi movie. You guys should have realized that I am Indian by now, but if you didn't here's the wake up call. Just to specify I am NOT Native American. Anyways, I'm thinking about what I should do today because I have no clue. Ooooooooo. I have an idea. Saturday night I was at a get together and all the "kids" started watching these scary true story videos near the ending of the party. I'm going to put he link of the scariest one down here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CQHzz_iTv4&t=1s

I am going to admit that I had a solid second of a heart attack and I was squealing at every jump scare. Any time that the high pitched giggling or something super duper scary came up I closed my eyes and covered my ears. All those 14 and below kids were making fun of me because they weren't as freaked out as I was. After that one I left the room because I was DONE, so I made my way over to one of my same aged friends. She wasn't in the room because she didn't want nightmares and was a billion times smarter than me. I told her what happened in this video and she felt blessed that she wasn't there to watch it

On Sunday I went to my temple for Sunday School. Today we were supposed to spend ALL of class on our Annual Day performance, but, my classmate, Ape asked Mr.Venkat a question and he spent most of class going on and on about that. When we finally got our time we gave up on our idea of doing a parody to "Mobamba" because the syllables were to long and tricky. We then decided to change the song to, "Hotline Bling" by Drake, since it was an easy song that everyone knew. This leaves us with three solid hours to make some more lyrics and shoot our music video before the performance date, or we'll have to put our free time into it. We are hoping that this it won't be as cringey as our live performance of a parody to, "God's Plan" by Drake, from last year. The tea is that Ape keeps telling my brother our ideas, plans, and lyrics, so it won't be a huge surprise. Let's just say I'm not exactly besties with Ape. Uggggggggggh! This child can't be trusted to keep the tea in the kettle.

Nothing much happened on Monday other than the fact that I got to wear my dream shoes that I got when we went on that college tour trip. Guess, Guess, Guess what they are???? Black, high-top, converse

. I've wanted them since like 6th grade, and I finally got them. Well that's all that happened on Monday.

*****Oh ya I forgot to give you guys an update on that test I took in geometry before spring break. I GOT A 90!!!!!!!!!!!!*****

Tuesday was special. Guess what happened? Guess what happened? Guess what happened? I got a pair of ACUs. Not the whole thing though

. It was a huge process on getting the right size pants, but if I have to go through explaining what happened again I'm probably going to have seizure. Let's just leave it at that I tried on three pairs of pants just to get the first pair I tried on. Then my friend and I.......Sunshine had to catch up with the class after our ACU fitting. The company was doing rope bridge today and it wasn't even PT day today, so I was dressed in black jeans and a huge gray sweat shirt. I was NOT going to ruin my clothes today or ever, because the rope was tied across the creek from a tree to another tree. I mean you couldn't really fall in unless you somehow unclipped yourself, but I was still scared out of my mind.

As I was walking across the road to the creek as slowly as possible Sergeant was walking the opposite of me and he asked, " What are you doing (my name)?"

I replied with a strained and dragged out, " I'm making my way over."

Unfortunately for me Sergeant immediately realized that I would do anything to get out of the rope bridge since there was only 10 ish minutes of class left and a few other people still had to go. I was thinking of going last which could mean that it would be time for us to go in and I wouldn't have to do it, but if you haven't realized sergeant NOTICED my plans. He then made sure I got over there and put me very, and I mean VERY, close to the front of the line. In a matter of seconds it was my turn to go and I really, really, really didn't want to go. However, Sergeant wasn't about to let that happen so I did get on and made it all the way to half way until the rope started going up due to my body weight. Thankfully I made till the a little bit before the end before I was tired.

Colonel and one of the upperclassmen cadets were saying, " Come on (my name) get angry!"

I returned that comment with a quiet and tired, " I can't get angry."

" Use your biceps!" Colonel shouted.

In my small voice I said," I don't have biceps. Am I done yet?"

I finally made it to the end, and I wasn't scared anymore. I sure as heck didn't enjoy it, but I wouldn't mind doing it again. IN MY PT CLOTHES. That is the only condition. That's all that happened yesterday.

Now onto today...... I got to skip out on real PT because I was helping out with the Red Cross Blood Drive for my high school that we were hosting in Colonel's classroom. Let me just tell you there was a whole lot of blood pouring out of people through needles into bags. I didn't enjoy the sight okay? People were passing out and somebody threw up. It was very...... eyeopening. When I went in there at first with Sunshine I couldn't here what our First Sergeant was saying to us because all I could pay attention to was the people with the blood and then more blood. I looked down at my hands, and I was squeezing the heck out of my fingers until they looked white. Then I finally snapped back and heard that we were supposed to go back to Sergeant's room because something about being in a room with the blood and stuff wasn't that entertaining or something. Then we finally walked out of the room and the normal smell of the hallway reminded me of how much I hated that medical - blood - people and some other stuff smell. I guess it got better, but every time I went into that room I didn't really have the amount of control on myself that I usually did. That may mean the my tiny dreams of being a doctor may not be happening. I can handle blood, but not like THAT much. I mean I could if I HAD to.

I think I'll leave it at here soooooo ya.