Bathrooms, Breaks, and British Accents

 What is it about British accents that we as Americans find so appealing? Is it just because its different, or because its sexy and mysterious? I think its just because its so damn cool sounding.

But hey, thats just me.

This past week, I decided to preform a little "experiment", I suppose you could call it. I was visiting a new church with a friend, and was feeling adventurous. So for the entire evening, I spoke like a Brit. Now, the entire congregation (or at least the ones that we're lucky enough to get to talk to me) thinks I was born and raised in Manchester, England, and that I moved to the states in the 7th grade.

I know, I know. I'm horrid human being, and I'm going to burn in hell for lying in a church. But I and proud to say, I made it safely home without God smiting me. No lighting, no ninja throwing stars, no nothing. I'm still very much alive.

But it was all for the sake of science. Wait no, that's a lie...It was all in the name of good fun. No one got hurt, and everyone got a good kick out of it. Besides, I'm a very convincing liar. Not that its something to be proud of, but it surely does come in handy. But thats another blog.

The reason I was at this new church was for a friend. A friend who has a classic case of "I really really REALLY like this guy but I cant make myself talk to him." So, after WEEKS of hearing about how wonderful, amazing, and cute this guy is, I finally agree to go with her to MAKE her talk to him. Rachel, the friend, is extremely shy around guys. Why? I have no clue. I do NOT have that problem. I never have. So I figured if I went, she'd finally talk to this guy that she's so very in love with.

Guess what?

She didn't.

I went all the way to CHICKAMAUGA so that she would finally talk to this guy. And then, I cant get her to.  Not only will SHE not talk to him, she wouldn't let me talk to him either. In fact, she wouldn't let me talk to ANY OF THE ENTIRE MALE POPULATION. Why? BECAUSE SHE WAS AFRAID THAT THEY WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH ME. I mean REALLY? REALLY????? 

So, I wasn't a very happy camper. But on the bright side, I managed to keep up my British facade for the entire evening. It was truly a fantastic accomplishment. I even used all of the British lingo, such as:

• Across the pond
• Rubbish
• Bollocks
• On holiday
• And my personal favorite: The Loo.

 So, all in all, it was a very eventful, frustrating, and entertaining evening. And I fully intend on doing it more often.

I, as I'm sure most of you are also, am finally on my summer vacation. And you know what? It. Feels. Fantastic. I've been outside more than anywhere else this past week, doing yard work, tanning (yes, I am a hypocrite, no, I do not care), and playing ultimate frisbee with some of my favorite people on earth. So I'm tan as a gingercake, as my grandmother would say.

What else is summer for? Enjoyment, a break from school, stress, and scheduling, but most importantly, a time just for you. To do what YOU want to do. Summer is when dreams are formed. When wishes come true. For some, it may just be lying around being lazy and getting fat. For others, its a time to get into shape or get a summer job. But for me, its a time when anythings possible.

Between tanning, working, cleaning, exercising, and working on not only my own novel, but starting up a new project with one of my best friends, I may not post as many blogs as usual. That much is evident, I think, by the fact that I haven't updated in about a week or so.

I'll try to post as much as possible, but that may not be very often. So don't worry, I haven't died. I'm just out making my dreams come true.