My Final Words. TREK.

HELP. I need somebody..

HELP. Not just anybody..

HELP. Ya know I need someone..

HEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPP.

Name that tune^. If you can't, I'm sorry.

But yeah. I need help. Help to survive the next four days.

The next four days, I will be running astray with a bunch of other Mormons.

With no bathrooms.

Showers.

Cell phone service. 

No cell phones. 

No WiFi.

No mirrors.

No outlets.

In pioneer clothes. (Yes that includes bloomers.)

Pulling handcarts.

Full of everyone's personal 5 gallon bucket that contain the instruments they will be surviving off of.

Up mountains.

In the sun. 

Outside. 

With no tents. 

Or boyfriends. 

(I just asked Noah what I should title this post, and he replied "4 Days Out of 12, That Noah's Life Will Miserably Suck: Trek" Poor us..)

No makeup. 

No hair dryers. 

No Instagram. 

The list goes on and on. 

If you can't tell what trek is all about, it's a trip that is provided for the youth of the LDS church, where kids ages of 14-18 go off for about four days and pull handcarts through God's blessed, rugged Earth. It's a pioneer simulation to, I don't know.. "celebrate" and appreciate what the Mormon pioneer went through to travel out West. But mostly, it is to strengthen our testimonies of trial and endurance and faith and relying on Heavenly Father. The thing is, they usually do this trek in the winter. Which would make only, uhh, I dunno, maybe about 248389629797523234 times more sense.. so, I've been hearing stories like..

"YEAH! I did a summer trek one time! We only had 18 people hooked up to IVs, it was such a miracle, it wasn't that bad!:DDDDDDDDD".....

Ladies and gentleman.. I am terrified of needles. Shots. Blood. Doctors. Wires. Tubes. Pus. Anything medical. I have a hard time putting on band-aids sometimes. It's quite the struggle. Now, I have a nice reputation at Girl's Camp of throwing up every year because..

1. I don't eat. 

2. I hate drinking water.

3. I hate peeing in public. 

4. I don't eat.

I'm expecting and trying to prepare myself to get stuck with needles, and I pray that I wont thrash out in fear at my persecuter.  

I'm so scared.
Hopefully, I'll survive this and be blogging about my near death experiences when I return.

Someone pray for me. I may die on this trek.
God be with you til we meet again. I'll miss about, 5% of you.