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I've now missed two posts in a row. And yes... I'm sorry! I only realized that it was my turn to post at 11:55PM for the first one, and the second time I was away at a sleepover and couldn't get away to write. To say sorry for that, I'm posting today to supplement whoever else is supposed to post's post. Speaking of which... both of my sisters missed a day last week, too. Whats going on?!
Anyways, we're back. Of course, I always read my sisters posts, and yesterday Laura posted an idea that jumped out at me. I'll be stealing her idea today, although it must be said that Julia's last post was one of the best seen on this blog so far. I would steal her idea, but, well... I've never had a boyfriend and highly doubt that I will ever feel the need to get one. So that left me with Laura's idea to steal, which I'll do now.
I've always liked the idea that you should challenge yourself a little each day. If you don't push yourself, then how are you supposed to improve? However, I'm one of those people that does a lot of thinking and not so much doing. I need something to push me into action. And that's where this blog comes in! Almost identically to Laura's post, I'll be writing down what I attempt to challenge myself with over the next week. The day is still young in Edmonton, which gives me nearly twelve hours to find something that I'm scared to do. Until then, stay tuned for more updates!
Day 1: Call my voice teacher.
Like Laura, I'm terrible for calling people of authority. Despite being a patient and encouraging woman, my voice teacher is also rather intimidating. So this counts!
Day 2: Wear a funky new hairstyle to school.
I've never been much for styling my hair. In fact, in grade seven I truly took pride in the fact that I didn't give a damn what my hair looked like that day. However, this past Christmas I received a little box of hair gel and two combs in my stocking. Figuring that Santa was trying to tell me something, I've since made some conservative hairstyling attempts. I'd never worn them to school, however... before this day!
Day 3: Commit to a high school and sign myself up for summer school.
Jasper place it is. When registering at school, I was rather distressed to find out that I couldn't take both drama and writing without also taking summer school. Given the choice between the two, I felt like I could either go into a class that guaranteed fun and increased my chances for a decent spot in the play, or I could learn new techniques to get better at what I love to do at home. In the end, I couldn't sacrifice either. The unthinkable has occurred; Mark Jones, former hater of school, just voluntarily signed up for even more schooling. Whoopee.
Day 4: Uh... don't do anything exiting?
Now, don't get all angry here. The wrath of my readers scares me, so by running the risk of making the Russian robots mad I'm actually terrified.
Days 5, 6 and 7: Forget about this post, only to come back in May and feel guilty. I need to have better discipline, guys and gals... I'm sorry. I really should stop giving myself reason to feel that way.
Thanks for reading,
-Mark
(Update; No, I don't know where my sisters are either. We should really create some sort of punishment system, eh? Like they have to go through one of the twenty-four hour challenges that I've tried once or twice. What do you think?)
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