the [daily] beast: I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?

1. It's these times of the months that I hate womanhood. (But then I eat chocolate and everything is right again.)
2. Two nights of babysitting?! And yes, this is the same kid I blogged about before. YESSSS. Best part of my days. Lego batman versus lego Indiana Jones? epic battle. to be continued --> tomorrow night.
3. SCA is in town, and I'm going to hear them at Carnegie Hall sunday night!
4. Biola comes to the city soon and I'm very excited to see people!! It's been too long.
5. Mmmmmm. chocolate.

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My Bucket List

Take a cross-country roadtrip through America.
Take cello lessons again. Get beyond "Ode to Joy".
Learn to salsa dance, or at least to fake it.
Taste Antarctic snow.
See a flamingo outside of a zoo. This may include a trip to ... where do flamingoes roam, anyway?
Fall in love.
Learn to be content in a moment without thinking so much about what comes next.
Drink coffee without majorly eccentric side-effects.
Ride a Vespa through the streets of Italia.
Go to a hole-in-the-wall, mom-and-pop place enough times that I can order "my usual" without explaining it.
Vote for somebody who actually becomes President.
Learn how to make my dad’s delicious scrambled eggs.
Become an actual, legit Dior make-up artist.
Go skinny dipping. With someone else.
Sing Rosina from Barber.
Walk down a red carpet dressed to the nines.
Go to Oktoberfest in Munich.
Get a piece of my writing published somewhere other than on the internet.
Live in New York.
Ride on the back of an elephant.
Build a snowman.
Successfully drive a stick shift.
Step foot onto every continent.
Grow a plant and keep it alive for more than a month.
Hold a Koala bear in my arms.
Meet Angelina Jolie in person.
Sing “O Holy Night” in public, and not crack.
Get Jennifer Aniston arms (but not Madonna arms).
Own a piece of technology that doesn’t fail for one entire year.
Go backstage at the Metropolitan Opera.
Stay somewhere outrageous in Vegas for a night.
Go bungee-jumping. Or jump out of a plane. Either will work.
Sleep on the beach for a night.
See an opera at La Scala. Or better yet, be in one.
Go sailing. Preferably wearing a striped boatneck top.
Be able to accompany professionally.
Stay at The Plaza.
Stay up all night somewhere that the sun doesn't set in summer time. (Rekjavik, anyone?)
Play Lady MacBeth in Verdi’s MacBeth. Or at least have a dream where this actually happens.
See all of the Disneyworlds across the world.
Attend a ball, complete with a ballgown and prince charming too.
Be a bridesmaid.
Read every Shakespeare play.
Have and keep a pen pal.
Read through each book of the Bible.
See the cherry trees in bloom in Washington, DC.
Drive a convertible with the top down, cruising through LA on the 5.
Work for Disney.
Work for Disney, again.
Change a tire by myself.
Own a bunny rabbit.
Graduate from college.
Fit into my size 4 skinny jeans again.
Get over my fear of flying.
See a movie at a drive-in.
Be able to regularly donate to charities.
Kiss in the rain.
See the four seasons occur wherever I am living.
Become an expert at parallel parking.
Discover a talent I didn't know I had.
Learn to take both criticism and compliments gracefully.
Have a library of my own.
Go scuba diving and see something mildly dangerous.
Drink hot apple cider in front of a fire while it's snowing outside.
Stop cracking my knuckles.
Join the peace core. Or something like it.
Sing in a piano bar.
Learn to like non-fiction just as much as fiction.
Be in a movie, even for like 2 seconds and my name is all the way at the bottom of the credits.
To be able to know God will look at me when I die and say, "Well done, good and faithful servant."

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Thursday, April 8, 2010

I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?

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My Bucket List