Just got back the CNA test scores.

I got a 97

Excitement. I'm officially a CNA.

The Message Unknown Part 2

I was slowly able to pull myself from the floor. The look on my moms face was terrifying. She had the same look that I believed I had.

I believed in stuff like this, these messages from the past, future, or other life forms.

I couldn't handle this right now. Tears were still streaming down my face as I showed my mom again what was going on. There were so many unusual things about this.

I had to sit down. I couldnt control my emotions right now. I had to tell someone. Someone else who believed in things like this. I called Paige.

Filling in the blanks between when I last texted her back and why I was crying didn't take as long as I had thought. She said her heart was beating really fast too. Since I hadn't investigated much within the 5 minutes all of this happened, Paige and I discussed what this could mean.

Aliens? I believed that they had visited me before. Waking up from strange dreams always made me search my body for any marks. Maybe it's all in my head, But i have found many dots in the shapes of triangles in weird parts of my body after those dreams. I'm probably paranoid, but I believe it.

Ghosts? I never had any encounters with a ghost per say, but it definitely wasn't out of the question. You never know who was sent to give a message to you.

Time travelers? Perhaps myself? I have always felt I'd do great things. Maybe I make the time machine and something goes terribly wrong. You never know. My daughter? Son? Anyone?

Demons? This was Paiges idea claiming this was some kind of evil evil magic weirdo stuff. Whatever. She said she wouldn't be my friend if it was a demon though. Jeez... some friend.

I asked her to stay with me cause I was terrified. She said no because she didn't want me to bring her down with me. Wow Paige. Whatever was most likely my reply. I had my mom I guess. I could be a baby again after this right?

We decided the best thing to do was to find some kind of connection between myself and this date. So we got off the phone ending with me promising that I would report ANY findings.




TO BE CONTINUED.......

The Message Unknown

This is something I have become obsessed with. Although this is real, I've decided to dramatize it. But I am not exaggerating any parts, all of this really happened. If I decide to fabricate, I'll let you know whats not real. Here goes part of it though.

I got a text the other day.
It was different though.

My phone had died and I was not too worried about plugging it in. I lied on the couch and watched a couple of shows and then decided to take a shower. Before getting in the shower I plugged in my phone so it would be charged when I was done. Nothing unusual about that.

Once I got done my shower I grabbed my phone and turned it on. Paige had texted me. 2 new messages it said.

'Okay' I thought, 'she didn't know my phone was dead'

I read her text, but there was only 1.

That's weird. I looked again. Nothing.

My envelope picture was blinking. What could this mean? Its never blinked before. I texted Paige my story about what weird event was happening. She agreed it was unusual. I turned my phone off to see if that would make it go away

It didn't.

I was puzzled and showed my mom as well. What could this mean? I decided to delete all my messages. Before doing this though I decided to see if there were any I might want to save. I scrolled down to the bottom and there it was.

A blank text from no number. I read the date. July 13.... 1980.

My heart stopped. I gasped, nearly dropping to the ground and losing my phone, I began to cry hysterically.

This wasn't the first time it had happened to me.

Milk Challenge Results

For those of you who read Trevor's blog... he sucks. But anyways. Milk Challenge last night. It was supposed to go down at McDonald's but our big boss lady was there so we could not. So, we drove up the road behind Family Dollar and parked in the little loop. It ended up being me, Sam, and Kody. So... I started off the challenge rigth when I bought the milk. I say this because I did my idea of warming it up by putting it on the floor and turning the heat on. This worked a little bit haha So anyways, I sat on the back of my car and started drinking while Sam and Kody sat on the hood of Kody's car. I started off strong. I didn't chug, but I did what all the sites say to do. Whithin the first five minutes this is what i had.done.

It wasn't much but i was determined. It began to hurt my stomach though. But I was ready to win that 10 dollars.

Once I realized that sitting on my car may not have been the best idea I sat on the ground and leaned against it. I felt a little bit better and kept drinking.

I kept drinking and drinking and drinking. Sam and Kody joked about me puking but I wasn't phased. I was ready to finish the gallon challenge.

Sam and Kody had marked the jug at the point where they thought i would lose but I kept going. I felt invincable!!! (Spelling? whatever) 

They kept on trying to make me laugh which made me start to feel really really sick.

For some reason I kept going. Once I got to around here

I was really feeling it. So I stood up. I was ready to get this over with. I had only 20 minutes to go and the slow drinking wasn't working for me. Standing up was the least of my problems though. I began to drink, then feel sick, then drink, then feel sick. I was scared I was goign to lose. I could feel the milk in my chest and I knew it was coming really soon. I was egged on to start chugging. I was okay with that because my options were start chugging or give up. So I chugged. Once i had started chugging was at the point where Kody and Sam thought id fail. But they were wrong. I went for it. I stopped at about the bottom of the label and held my chest. This was it and I knew it. 

I hurled.

Not much, but I did. Looking back at the video i saw myself look at the camera, make the ugliest face, lean back put my hand over my mouth, lean forward again and let it out.

For everyones discresion it's not on here yet but I may post it by itself some other time. 

All in all, I'm happy i did it. At least I can say I'd try. And who knows, maybe I'll try again some day.

But do not under any circumstances paln to do anything for the rest of the day if you try it. I was fine at first but then I got cramps that had me bent over in pain. Nothing could stop it. I slept nearly all through the night once I got home. That part sucked.

But I'd still do it again.

Milk Challenge

Sam Pitchford has bet me that I cannot do the Milk Challenge.

 He bet me 10 dollars. I'm ready to make it 50.

I've been reading many many articles about this and I think I've come up with a game plan. First, I'll ignore that the stomach can only hold a half gallon of fluid. There's no way to change that. However, it's not always that people can't get the milk down in an hour, its that they cant keep it down for the next hour. This is usually because people become restless and need to move around. Also because the milks temperature will drop your body temperature causing you need to move to somewhere warmer which will curdle the milk in your stomach or something stupid.

 So, my strategies are, drink the first half gallon or so within 10-15 minutes. That seems to work for most people, then drink the rest slowly. Instead of having the ice-cold milk that burns the crap out of your throat, I'm going to let it warm up a little BEFORE being disgustingly warm. After the milk has been drank I will stay sitting up with my arms over my head. (This seems to help when you need to breathe better so why not when you need your stomach to expand.) I will sit there for at least a half an hour. If for some reason my temperature plan doesn't work like I want it to then I will do everything in my power not to try and get warm. I don't mind being cold anyways. If I can last an hour after that then I win. The bad part is that I have to work shortly after the time that this should be over. But so does Sam. Oh well. If I puke there it will be funnier (DO NOT EAT AT BUCKSPORT MCDONALDS TOMORROW, MAY 15)

If anyone else has a game plan for this let me know. I need all the help I can get. The odds are against me and I know this.

I really enjoy bloggging compared to just writing a story because you get to add fun pictures and narrate a little bit better. Where as in our normal writing assignments we could not. I also like that grammar and punctuation and all that other stuff doesn't really matter. Technology is the future and we are tapping in!

check out this book- Thanks Cody Gray

Best Book Ever <3

It's pretty sweet that we have such an AMAZING teacher that lets us blog for our papers.

I suppose comments while blogging are a little bit different because they are a little bit more personal.
When commenting on each others papers we are more commenting on the content in a scholarly way. Where on the internet its just 'fun' and 'silly' things that we are writing about. Like writing to your best friend on Facebook.

I didn't think I would enjoy this whole blog thing, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. Perhaps eventually it will be something I choose to do in my spare time.

But for now, Its work.

I hate when people mumble. What is so hard about opening your mouth when you talk?

Why do some people feel the need to try and talk like this

Just open your freakin mouth and talk like this

I'm sick of it. Yeah, sure i have bad hearing, but its not all my fault that I have NO FREAKIN IDEA what you are trying to say to me!!!

I can usually piece together what people are saying by using what I heard and what movements their mouths are making. BUT WHEN YOU DON'T OPEN IT TO TALK I CAN'T!!!

Sometimes I just want to pry peoples mouths open to make them enunciate. I can't handle it. 

I try to be polite.

I say

"What was that?"

They speak without opening their mouth again

I say

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that"

They mumble one last time

I say

"Excuse me, I don't understand"

They scream 

"I SAID..... ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?"

I say

"No, you just don't know how to open your mouth when you speak"

They say

"Well how was that?"

I say

"At least you opened your mouth"

But during that entire thing, I just want to get in their face, shove my thumbs in their mouth, pry it open and scream

"OPEN YOUR FREAKIN MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK!!! QUIT MUMBLING!!! GAHHHHHH!!!!

but i dont.