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Day 21: Somebody save me (if you could have one superpower, what would it be and what would you do with it first)

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One superpower? Only one? Because I want them all. I want to be able to see the future. I want to have superhuman strength, speed, hearing, sight and smell. I want to be invisible. I want to teleport. I want to time travel. I want to be telekinetic. I want to be able to generate force fields. I want to be invincible. I want to be able to heal people. I want to be able to fly. Just to name a few.

But, I think the superpower I would most like to have would be telepathy. Mostly to be able to read peoples thoughts (I don’t know how I feel about mind control, or putting thoughts into someone’s head and all that other stuff that comes with telepathy), but only on command. I don’t just want to be hearing everyone’s thoughts buzzing around me all the time. I want to be able to turn it on and off. And I would want to be able to sift around in their brain, not just hear what they are thinking at that time, but anything that they’ve ever thought. Just think of what I could do with that!

I could get whatever job I wanted because I’d be able to contact all the right people because I’d have all the right names, and I’d probably be able to get their contact info. And then I’d be able to tell them anything they wanted to hear. I be the perfect interviewee. And I could anticipate everything that would happen, so I’d be the very best action photographer ever. “Hey, I’m going to run to this side of the stage and do this,” or “hey, I’m going to throw the ball to this person,” and I’d totally have that picture.

I’d also be able to tell when people are being real or fake with me. I’m pretty good at spotting that now, but I’d be able to know for sure. I’d know who really liked me, and who was using me. I’d be able to tell when people were lying to me. I’d be able to tell if a guy was into me or not in an instant instead of having to play silly games. I’d get to know what kind of first impressions I make. I think it would help me figure out a lot about myself, because I’d get to see me the way others see me, and they wouldn’t be able to sugar coat things.

And, think of how much easier that would make stalking people! Seriously, I could do so much with that power.

Mind reading is closely followed by teleportation. That would definitely be my second choice. For obvious reasons.

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Day 20: Now I am stuck inside a memory (describe 3 significant memories from your childhood)

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First, I want to call out my mom a little bit on this one. Generally we don’t remember a lot of things from our childhoods on our own accord, generally we have these things called photographs to help us remember things. There are approximately 9 pictures of me from my childhood, and that’s counting the one the hospital took of my when I was born. So, maybe that’s why I don’t have many childhood memories. I’m just sayin’, maybe.

I’m not sure exactly what the parameters are for this one. What constitutes childhood? I mean, other people have listed things form high school, but for me that was only like 5 years ago, so is that childhood? Can I count those memories? Or do I have to back to when I was 7? Oh well.

#1. Christmas Eve. I remember when Christmas Eve was the biggest celebration ever with my family. My mom’s side of the family would gather around 6pm and we’d be together until midnight-ish. Lots of gifts. Lots of food. Lots of love. It really was the most wonderful time of the year. We’d make my mom start eating first because it took her forever to finish and we couldn’t open presents until everyone was done. Then we’d all pick a spot in the room and the big kids would pass out presents. And that would take forever. We used to have stacks of presents so high that you couldn’t even really see the tree, plus they would be over flowing in the the next room. But then, somewhere along the line, the magic died out a little bit. Don’t get me wrong I still treasure those times with my family, but it just seemed like life was easier for everyone back when I was little.

#2. The Racetrack. I basically grew up at our local racetrack. Many Friday nights were spent playing in the grass on the hill behind the bleachers. We would get there at 5:30-ish and I’d go play until it was time to leave around midnight. Sometimes I’d bring friends with me, but mostly I just played with the other kids that were there. My mom didn’t seem to worry about me, not to make that sound bad, it’s just that when you know everyone in the whole arena, there’s not much to worry about. I had the whole place (drivers included) wrapped around my finger, it’s not like I was going to get kidnapped. After I turned “old enough” I was basically given free reign of the place, and still to this day, I know it like the back of my hand. Back then I could tell you anything you wanted to know about a race car, or any driver. Racing is in my blood. For a really long time I wanted to drive  race car, if the opportunity presented itself, I still would. There are a few nights I remember more than others. I can remember one night when it was stormy and then the storm got really bad and we all had to leave. I remember losing my toys that I had brought with me that night because my mom didn’t give me time to pick them up. She just picked me up, and we left.

I also remember the night my cousin Wayne McCarthy was killed in an accident at that very track. I was Wayne’s favorite, no doubt about that, and he was mine. I remember everyone screaming. I remember it happening right in front of where we all were. And I remember my mom running down to the fence. And I remember being made to sit in the bathroom at my house with two of my cousins, while all the adults were frantic. I was only four, so maybe those aren’t real memories, maybe it’s something my mind has fabricated around the night but it’s what’s in my head.

#3. “Running Away.” Okay, just to be clear, I didn’t actually run away. I was outside playing in the creek and just wandered a bit too far. Things just got a little out of hand. A friend of mine and I were outside playing in this creek-thing behind my house, and we may have wandered across town in it. Nowadays I’d never do that because I know that there were snakes and bugs and other gross things in that creek, but back when I was in the fourth grade I was apparently fearless (or stupid). When we climbed out of the creek, it was dark and we were probably about a mile away from my house. So we started walking home. And then we started seeing police cars. So naturally we hid from them. I knew someone at basically every other house on the way home, so I could have stopped at any one of those houses to call home, but I was afraid I’d get in trouble. So I didn’t stop. I hid from those houses. When I did get home, my parents were crying. They had called the police, and basically then entire town was looking for me. But the kicker is that I didn’t even get into trouble. My parents we just so excited to see me again that they didn’t yell at me. Win.

BONUS : 

(because I haven’t revealed anything embarrasing)

Records. I can remember not being able to walk across the floor at my house in fear of many the record skip. I can also vividly remember dancing with my dad to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy’s version of “I Wanna Be Like You.”

Fly swatters. I remember my Granny having one for all of us grandkids with out names on them. And when I say all of us grandkids, I really mean she had one for me and my cousin, Tim. We used to fight all the time (for the record I always won). And we’d get into trouble for various things out at her house. We had our own fly swatters, so clearly she didn’t mess around.

Billy Ray Cyrus. I was obsessed with the guy. I had his poster on my wall. One time, after my dad found me playing with a lighter in a cardboard box after specifically being told not to, instead of spanking me, he torn my poster down. I sobbed. That was the worst punishment imaginable. (He eventually taped it back together and put it back up.) I also used to sing “Achy Breaky Heart” for my Grandpa and he would give me quarters.

Rugrats on VHS. Back when Nickelodeon had good cartoons they used to do 6 hour marathons over the first week of summer, and I would record Rugrats day. Tommy, Chuckie, Phil, Lil, Spike, Reptar, Susie and Angelica were my faves. I used to put that VHS in every night and fall asleep to it.

Power Rangers. I was a Power Ranger back in the day. I didn’t do Rainbow Bright, or Care Bears, or My Little Pony. I was all about the Power Rangers (Tommy was my favorite). I used to beat up my swingset because it was a bad guy. One time the boys down the road took my belt-thing that had all the little gold medallions in it with every rangers spirit animal on it, and they tossed them everywhere. I never found them. The jerks (I’m talking to you Sean Flack)! I also used to have an imaginary friend named Jason who was also a Power Ranger. And when I out grew the Power Rangers, I didn’t out grow Jason. He then because my storm chasing partner, my FBI partner, and my imaginary boyfriend. Jason was always there for me.

I used to do some ridiculous things with my friends. Haley and I used to be Lizzie McGuire. She had the soundtrack, so we’d put on performances just for ourselves. And have photo shoots (none of those pictures will ever been seen by the public, like ever). Oh, and we also had fake identities on MSN messenger. Hope an Allanah Anderson…or something like that. We had the most fabulous lives! And we would trick all the people we knew into believing we were real. There was nothing more cool than tricking those people in school who were “cooler than you” into being jealous of your life (unfortunately it didn’t work on everyone, Taylor and Staci figured us out). We also used to swim in Haley’s pool, which was metal and round, and I’m pretty sure was actually meant to be a feeder for some sort of livestock, and pretend that people were drowning us. Haley and I went through a lot of ridiculous things together, most of which I will not be sharing with you.

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Day 19: Oh the places you’ll go…(if you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?)

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I want to live everywhere. I think my heart is just a wanderer. I’m never satisfied where I’m at, I’m always wanting to be somewhere else. I think that’s why I’m meant to be on tour.

If we’re staying in the USA, I think one day I’d like to live in a beach house somewhere off the coast of North Carolina (preferably not too far from Wilmington). It’s my favorite place. It’s not quite the south, but people seem to have that kind of disposition. They drink sweet tea, and eat a lot of fried chicken. It has a southern charm, and I love that. I think ultimately I’d be okay anywhere that has that southern kind of charm. Or in Montana.

I’d live to have houses all of the world, but mostly in these three countries:

Italy, but not in one of the big cities, definitely in a little Italian village. Somewhere with cute cobblestone sidewalks, and with family-owned shoppes and restaurants.

Australia/New Zealand. It’s beautiful down under. I hear the locals are super friendly (not to mention super attractive and have the coolest accents). I can definitely see myself spending a year or so there just working at a surf shack.

Iceland. The best kept secret of the world. This is seriously my favorite island ever. The people are kind and lovely, and it basically runs on it’s own time schedule. They are peaceful, they live longer, and it has some beautiful scenery: waterfalls, glaciers, mountains, black sand beaches, the Blue Lagoon, geysers. There is a for real chance that I will move there one day.

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Day 18: What is the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?

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You know, I generally don’t have a hard time getting over things. I think I get this from my mom. She seems to be this way too. One minute she’s mad, but the next she’s over it, or acts like she is. I guess that’s kind of how I am too. I’m not totally over things instantly, I might let them stew a little bit, but in the end I generally just tend to pretend it didn’t happen. Which isn’t exactly the same thing as forgiveness initially, but it usually leads to that.

I will forgive easily, because I’m know that everyone makes mistakes, but at the same time, I will always remember what happened, or what was said, and because I’m a strategically mean person, I’ll probably bring it up again during something totally unrelated. I’m working on that, but I am self-aware enough to know that’s what I do.

So, forgiveness isn’t really a rough thing for me. Except for when it comes to myself. I’m not very forgiving with myself. I have a hard time giving myself a break for the stupid things I’ve said or done, or the things I haven’t said or done when I should’ve.

I’m not going to go into detail because I don’t feel like the internet is an appropriate place discuss this stuff and I think this is a really dumb question. It just makes you rehash things that, by your own admission, you’ve put in the past. It also encourages you to call out other people, which isn’t the kindest thing in the world. Bad question, question creator.

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Day 17: Dance magic dance (what is the thing you most wish you were great at)

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I wish I could dance. I love every kind of dancing, waltzes, hip-hop, tango, ballet, “freestyle,” salsa, all of them. Dance movies (and movies where there is lots of dancing) are the bomb. HSM (all three of them). Save the Last Dance. Dirty Dancing. Step Up. Honey. Hair Spray. Stop the Yard. Footloose. I turn green watching dancers. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no dance skills. Like, none at all. I can’t even really sway very well. It’s because I have no rhythm. But, I love to dance, so the fact that I can’t is tragic (but highly humorous for anyone who has ever seen me bust a move). I’ve tried to learn, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I will probably never learn. It’s impossible. If I’m ever famous, semi-famous, or have enough money, I will beg and cry, and possibly bribe the big time ABC executives to put me on “Dancing with the Stars” (and then hope they partner me with Derek Hough or Mark Ballas).

I just want to dance.

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Day 15: If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

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I’d be a jelly fish. For sure. I’d be one of those Australian box jellyfish that are the most venomous. Why you ask? The answer is simple, jellyfish get to sting people. And unlike bees and wasps, when they sting people they don’t die. They get to terrorize people, and how fun does that sound?

Or I’d be a shark. Because, though I am deathly afraid of them, they are pretty freaking awesome. Nobody messes with sharks. They are the top of the food chain. Plus, I’d have my own theme music, and I’ve always wanted that.

Or maybe I’d be a polar bear. Because they are both ferocious and cuddly at the same time, just like me. (Not to mention they are adorable.)

 

 

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Day 14: I’m stronger than yesterday, now it’s nothing but my way (describe 5 strengths you have)

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“Hi, where are you from? What’s your major? What are your top 5 strengths?”

STRENGTHS QUEST! Okay, you’ll only get that if you went to Evangel. Every person who goes to Evangel takes this test called Strengths Quest. You answer a series of random questions and then it tells you what your top five strengths are. And then you are defined by those strengths for your entire four years. Don’t think I’m joking. They even make shirts for it. Yes, I’m making fun of it, but in reality I kind of loved it. I used to try to guess what everyone’s strengths were before I asked. It’s important to know what your strengths are.

In case you were wondering, my top 5 strengths according to Strengths Quest were/are:

1. Empathy

2. Strategy

3. Individualization

4. Futuristic

5. Input

I’ve always had some doubts about them. I mean, empathy? Really? My number one strength? I don’t even like people, why would I empathize with them? Maybe it’s some kind of weird, latent thing. And what is individualization anyway? It sounds like a word that was made up. But, the other three I will agree with. I am pretty strategic. And futuristic just means that I’m always thinking about the future, in real words it means I’m a dreamer, which we all already knew. And input means that I like to know random knowledge, and that I like to know everything about things, and that is definitely true.

So those are my “tested” strengths. These are what I like to think my strengths are.

1. I’m a good friend (or at least I like to think that I am). If my career could be “friend,” that would be ideal. I think that may be what I am best at in the entire world  (or maybe I’m not actually a good friend and this is all an in my imagination). I am extremely concious of their feelings and I’d like to think that I’m always there for them when they need to talk, or when they want some kind of advice. I am extremely loyal to my friends. And I would do anything for them. One day when I’m famous (or sort of famous, or married to someone famous), they will all be hooked up with cool jobs, concert tickets, football/basketball/hockey/baseball tickets, advanced screenings and whatever other swag they might want, I’ll make sure of that.

2. Hugs. What can I say, I give good hugs. There’s no contesting that. If being a professional friend doesn’t work out, I’d like to be a professional hugger.

3. Sarcasm. I am very good at this. Practice makes perfect, right? And boy do I have a lot of practice in this. Anyone who has ever had a conversation with me can attest to this. Sometimes I’m concerned that people I don’t know will think I’m serious when I say things, which to me, means that I’m doing it right. If they can’t tell you’re joking then you’re mastered this skill. I’m pretty quick-witted, it’s a gift.

4. Capturing moments. This is my forte as a photographer. I can’t pose people or shoot good portraits to save my life. Any kind of portrait I try to take always has that awkward-we-are-uncomfortable-and-being-posed feel to it. But, I am good at capturing moments. Action photography is what I’m someday hoping to get into. Sports, concerts, anything where there is dynamic movement. I’m not going to say it’s harder than portraits, because that’s not the case, portraits photography is hard, but it takes a different kind of talent and creative mind. It’s composing on the fly, and having to anticipate movements. So much fun.

5. I have a strong sense of who I am. I’m pretty headstrong and I’m a nonconformist. I like what I like no matter what people think about it. I am way too lame to every be a hipster. Yes, I’m 22-years-old (almost 23!), and I like boybands and Disney. I wear what I want, despite what might be popular or trendy. Yes, I live in LA, and I sometimes dress like I live in Nashville. It’s just not in my character to to base my thoughts, beliefs, opinions, likes, dislikes, or actions on what is popular or cool. I am me, and I’m proud to be me. Judge me if you want, totally not my problem.

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Day 13: Nobody’s perfect (describe 5 weaknesses you have)

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Weaknesses? What are those?? I have no weakness.

Jk. I have about a million weaknesses. But that’s okay. Weaknesses are a part of what makes us individuals. It’s all a part of our character, if nobody had any weaknesses we’d all be pretty boring. Not to mention we’d all probably be robots.

1. Animals. Furry creatures in all shapes and sizes have my heart. I want to save all endangered species, especially polar bears and tigers. Poor things! I get so angry at people who mistreat animals. Angry to the point of where I want to reciprocate the action. Kick a dog, I will kick you. Starve a horse, you should be starved. I want to adopt every puppy or kitten I ever see. That stupid Sarah McLachlan commercial gets me every time! I hate it so much. I won’t even watch it, I will change the channel to golf before I will watch that commercial. This is a little bit sad, and many people will judge me for this, but those mistreated animal commercials make me feel worse than the hungry children commercials. I know, I’m a horrible person.

2. Musicians. There is just something about them that I adore. Their whole demeanor and their attitudes. I am going to end up married to some charming, smooth-talking singer-songwriter/guitarist/pianist/drummer (*cough*boybander*cough). It’s inevitable. It is going to happen. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s going to be really attractive. And he’s going to write songs about me and sing me to sleep. (I also have a bit of a soft spot for quarterbacks. And southern guys.)

3. Food. I know that you’d maybe expect me to list one certain food that is a weakness for me, but the truth is that all food is a weakness for me. I love me some food. And nothing on my list of favorites is healthy in anyway at all. In fact, I will intentionally avoid any foods that sound “too healthy.” I love baked goods: brownies, cookies, cupcakes, pies, cobblers and any other creative thing you could think to bake. I love comfort foods: mashed potatoes, gravy (I will literally put brown gravy on EVERYTHING), chicken and dumplings, fried chicken, grilled cheese, mac and cheese, corn, chili and stew. I love breakfast foods: chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns. I love ethnic food: tortellini, lasagna, enchiladas, orange chicken and fried rice.

I just love food. I am not looking forward to the day where I can no longer eat whatever I want, whenever I want without getting fat. That will be a very sad time in my life, because I will get huge. There will be no such thing as changing my eating habits, I will get fat. I’ll be that person who has to be lifted out of their house with a crane.

4. Can being too nice count as a weakness? I think it can. I am too nice, I’m a people pleaser (to a certain extent). I know that that little piece of info might shock some of you, but it’s true.

Person: Hey Misty, can you do this ridiculously hard/time consuming/inconvenient thing for me? For no pay?

Me: (in my head) Um, no. I’m offended you’d even ask me to do that!

Me: (in reality) Yeah, of course. No problem.

I am completely unable to say no. It’s become a problem. People take advantage of me, and it’s not cool. I do too many favors for people, but then they do not feel compelled to help me in return. I do nice things for people without the expectation of them doing anything remotely nice for for me (because it’s been my experience to have people not do anything nice for me, ever). Being nice is a good trait to have, but there comes a point where you become a doormat, and that’s not a good thing. I think that’s where I’m at right now. I just need to find that healthy line.

5.  I’m a dreamer. This is both a strength and a weakness for me. It’s a weakness because I have a hard time living in the now. I’m always thinking about where I want to be, where I could be, and imagining what my future might look like. I tend to live more in my imagined world than in the real world.

*Honorable mentions: Not being able to take things seriously. I’m a perpetual procrastinator. TV on DVD. Movies of all kinds. Buying dresses that I might never wear. Candy. Doritos.

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Day 12: Eight days a week (describe a typical day in your current life)

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There is no such thing as a typical day in my current life. I don’t really have a set schedule. If I have to work in the morning I get up at 8am and go to work, but if I end up with a closing shift it is very likely that I will sleep until like 11:30 and go to work at 2. And if I have the say off, it’s likely that I will sleep until 11:30.

I usually work. That’s suuuper fun. At least I enjoy the company of the people that I work with, but I’m not entirely sure that selling cupcakes is my calling in life. If I’m opening the shoppe, I get up and go in at 9am. I work until usually 5, and then I come home and eat. (This process is exactly the same if I’m closing only it starts much later in the day, like roughly 11:30-ish). Up until today I would come home and turn the Olympics on, now I will come home and watch Supernatural (until I finish the series, which will probably be in September, which means it will be time for Friday Night Lights). Unfortunately I don’t sleep that well at night (even when I have gotten up early in the morning), so I’m up until roughly 2am either a.) watching tv b.) looking at things on pinterest c.) looking at things on craigslist d.) stalking people, or any combination of the before mentioned.

A lot of my time is also devoted to trying to find a way to get the job I actually want. So I’m trying to track down contact info for tour managers and other important people. So far, I’ve tracked down a lot of info, but haven’t really had much real luck after that.

If I have the day off, I spend it at the mall (because there is air-conditioning there), or occasionally at the beach (it’s such a hassle to get to though, and there are so many children, so that doesn’t happen often), sometimes I go hang out with George and/or Amber, but usually I just spend it at home in my pajamas (I know what you’re thinking, man, she is fun!).

Pepper in some phone calls with my mom and other family/friends and you’ve got my typical day: work, food, TV on dvd/internet, sleep. Repeat.

*Disclaimer*My life would be more exciting if I had some wingmen here, or possibly if I wasn’t poor and a teeny bit lazy, and my being anti-social doesn’t really help either. It would also be more exciting if I was on the road with a band.