Sunday, June 7, 2009

I got a confession to make, that my heart would break to hear you say goodbye
You're my every dream, You're the threadwork to my seams / And you know that I can't lie, when I say I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop thinking about how.
My heart's empty without you, I just hate myself to think of you with someone else,
To hear you say goodbye / I love you for who you are, no more, no less, And you know that I can't lie, when I say. . .

my dreams will never come true without you

when does the ride finally start?

You wanna know what may be the strangest feeling in the world is? Waking up every morning and feeling as though your life is yet to begin, kinda put on hold for a long period of time and you're just stuck waiting... waiting for something, for someone, for that one thing to walk into your life and open your eyes, take you by the hand and lead you to who you're supposed to be, your future - your life. This right here may be my life, but something tells me it's gonna be so much more, so much more beautiful. I have my eye on one thing and one thing only, and goddamn is it beautiful. I imagine the road laid out before my feet and it's never been clearer to me than it is now, as I sit and watch and wait, and dream. Never a day comes to me that I'm not holding tight onto my vision of the future, what my life's gonna be two, three years down the road... and then ten. Twenty, thirty, forty, where the hell do I see myself? It used to be not only a question, but a fear of mine and now it's probably one of the most comfortable and assuring of my thoughts. I believe we choose our own pathways in life, but I didn't hafta choose; it came to me, it presented itself, and I accepted what I know is gonna be a lifetime of love and wonder and simply, happiness.

Patience has never been my forte, but the best things come to people who wait, and now I am/will be a living testimony of sucha theory. June 7th, june 8th, june 9th...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

beauty in the breakdown. english translation: wednesday night procrastination.

It’s this emptiness. A distant feeling, a numbing of the body and you don’t know how long it is to stay. It’s unknown and foreign and this so utterly disgustingly socially-disapproved unfamiliar. It’s this constant suffering of emotions and the heart and




They call it loneliness.
Not so much loneliness but rather a desperate longing for him, a craving for the comfort and soothing of his voice to return, this unexplainable thirst for his presence. And the entire while you’re thinking, “What the hell am I doing? How did I permit myself to go in over my head?, why did I let my heart overrule my head yet again?"
It’s so hard. It’s been over seventeen years and this is all so ridiculous but I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I’ve never been so convinced this is a sign. I got my answer sooner that I thought I would have. I believe with everything I have this is simply a test: are we really as crazy about each other as we think?, Has something beautiful been created that not one of our friends will ever ever EVER understand, but we have found each other and from there created it?… Does absence really make the heart go fonder? Or is it as easy to move on and throw them outta our daily thoughts as it seems in our generation these days? You see teenagers/people “falling” so quickly, then hurting each other, arising from the ashes a little bruised and yet still untouched, attempting to act invincible and unaffected and emotionless? Nonchalant.
I used to be her. I had built a stonewall around my sensitive and naive and ever so vulnerable heart. The world had once seen my soft personality and I thought I had made a mistake in showing them; as I was growing up, I made an unconscious decision to change that and lead them onto believe I was touch and strong and as far from vulnerable as possible. In order to do so, I created an image dominant of independence, sharp wit, bravery, boldness, courage, strength, and the lack of potential vulnerability. I was convinced I held the cards in the game. I felt as though I controlled people, their emotions and worst, mine. I attempted to control who I was and what I felt and how I felt towards certain people at any given point in my life.

And I thought that was the perfect way of life. The only way of life.
I’ve slowly changed over the years, the months, even weeks.
I’m returning to my original nature. My sensitive heart and spontaneous but semi-rare spurts of vulnerability, my diehard love for my surrounding world… and certain people in it.
I no longer believe dependence is always a bad thing, a sign of weakness. Correction, only if you have found the right person.

I never thought I would find him. Really. I prayed about him, I was desperately seeking him in everyone I met. Deep down, I thought he wasn’t out there so what did I do? I attempted to create him in people who weren’t him at all. I built him up, down to every last quality, every last flaw. He was perfection. And I prayed. Oh, let me tell you, I’ve been praying for him since I was a little girl. Come to think of it, I honestly didn’t believe he was out there, he was out searching for me at that.
I had doubt, I doubted perfection. I sound like I’m worshipping him and the fact that I believe I’ve finally found him, and maybe in a sense I am. I’m worshipping the fact that I have never, never in my life felt this way towards someone. You know, we see fate on the big screen, classic Hollywood serendipity, yet it’s in our nature to doubt that, not someone, but the someone, is out there waiting/searching for us. And when we finally find them, we don’t know what to do. It’s this feeling like someone has taken my past of my shoulders and just said… “Now you can start living. The past seventeen years of your life has simply been preparation for meeting him and beginning your life in his presence.” With him, everything, and I’m talking everything, is just so different. Everything feels just so fucking right, call it instinct or… fate. I said it.
I’m falling down this long steep tunnel, it’sa straight shot down, and I’m just shooting down this thing head first with no consciousness or ability to stop and everything starts to get blurry and I don’t know where I am, at the beginning of the tunnel or near the end because everything is so dark but that’s the thing it’s just the OPPOSITE of dark - it’s this bright light that won’t shut off, and you continue dreading your days, waiting, just waiting for something to happen, something bam! to turn the switch, dim the light, but it doesn’t come. Alice sliding backwards down the hollow tree, down under the truck, passing life all along. It’s this exciting adventure and there’s no stop option, no pause button, no opportunity to get off the ride. But there is absolutely no reason in my mind to want to get off the ride, everything is so sweet and wonderful and… I just hope it’s everlasting. I’ve never wanted forever more. I’ve never wanted to spend my life, examine these words, spend my life with someone before I met him.


I met him and he changed everything. We were created for each other. He is the love of my life.
I don’t understand it, and you know, perhaps I never really will.
And that right there, I’m convinced, is the beauty of life. That surprise element, that looking back upon the past couple months and wondering where he even came from and how he ever so casually walked into my life but saying hell with it because none of it even matters. What matters is that I know someday, someday soon I will fall into his arms and we will be together. And it's as simple as that.





My life is one big complicated mess, but hell it’s beautiful.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

thursday night definition of my life.

"when it rains, it pours."



and it's really as simple as that when it all comes down to it. All this time I’ve been so scared of falling into the hole and not being able to escape that I managed to dig myself into a even deeper one than I could ever imagine without realizing it. I took a shot, and I failed. I took it for granted and gasped for a clean inhale of air and smoke filled my lungs, and I’m looking around it, wondering where it came from. Wondering where this all got started in the first place and how in the hell I didn’t stop it before now. But that’s just that, something I struggle with everyday of my life: as much as I fight and fight and fight to be in control, that’s not how we’re created, that’s not how He wants it. I had my life set and yet God looked down upon my outline and shook his head in approval, took the paper and threw it behind his shoulder as a huge smile came upon his face in admiration. Your efforts were cute, but oh naïve little Court, you have no idea what’s in store for you, you have no idea of the beauty and the potential ova life I have set in stone for your future. Leave it to Him and all will be determined, and this I am convinced of.

There comes a point in all our lives where life just kinda stops and we’re forced to surrender. And for me, that time is now. I picture my life and I see an image of vulnerability and weakness and desperate despair down on her knees in the middle of a concrete street surrounded by city lights and the never-stopping commotion of life, rain pouring down upon her bloody hands and her bloody face, disguising her tears and soaking up her pain, staining the white sundress hugging her drenched body and cutting her bare feet with every falling drop. Ashes a shade of black and corrupt lay surrounding her, and with her sorrow, are being washed away by the current of the flood, violently rushing into the gutters of the street. She is lost and she is afraid; her life has finally hit rock bottom and from here, there are no answers, there is no hope. What once seemed worthwhile and beautiful now seems destroyed and ruined, fallen to the ground and shattered into a million little pieces. On the verge of giving it all up in a moment in time, at the snap ova finger, I look up only to see a boy staring down from an apartment window above. He’s holding a candle in hand and is gently peering down at me, his gaze striking through me and delivering a message, sending me words and encouragement and reason with a single look. A boy of six or seven and yet it all comes together, clicks in the back of my mind and ina single second the puzzle pieces of my life are thrown together and this unexplainable feeling comes over me. An epiphany speaks its piece, and I know. This has all happened for a reason, they are all staying around in my life for a reason. A bigger picture we may not understand, and really, that may be half the fun of it in the long run: not knowing, not knowing a damn thing ever gonna be thrown at us before it is. This may very well be the definition of life. We fall down, whether we’re violently shoved to the ground or we do the shoving upon ourselves. We get dirty, we get messy, we get bruised and torn and fucked up in the lost and found. But once we’re down, and I’m talking once we’ve hit rock bottom, the lowest of the lowest, we have two choices: either to crawl to the nearest safety net we can come across [note: the tempting yet dangerous option] or ask to take on a battle, that battle being to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off a bit, transform our mistakes into lessons and start anew, start fresh.

My life is one big complicated mess but hell, it’s beautiful.
I am living in guilt and angst and this state of constant fear from day to day, and up until now, I was trying to run away. I awake every morning and unwillingly drag my unmotivated ass outta bed and yet after I’m up, I wonder if a reason remains as to the why behind it all. The why I jumped outta bed, the why I’m taking another shot at life yet again when I failed yesterday, the why I keep going day after day after day. Why am I here? What am I doing here? I’m convinced by now I came into this world for more than just to deliver a laugh here and there, to add to the population ova little redneck town in godknowswhere, Washington, to spice a few lives up here and there but have no significant impact on the world itself. I am here for something bigger.

Take your focus off the small world you’re stuck in, and alternate your perspective to the bigger picture. There’s so much out there and so much for us to experience, to learn and grow from, and yet we’re adamant on staying firmly planted in our comfort zone, where we’re warm and secure and sheltered. Why is this? Let us not fear the next step yet trust in the foundation of our future. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? So we may slip and fall, and stumble down a road of pain and hurt, an altogether undesirable pathway. I’ve been there multiple times in the past months, and so have you. So what are we so goddamn afraid of? I’ve made some mistakes in the past few weeks, and acknowledging my superior nature and strive for perfection, I feel disgusting admitting it. But perhaps this is how I know I’m growing up, just being able to randomly breakdown in the middle of my busy life and on a normal thursday night and accept that I’ve successfully turned my life into something I never imagined I would, or could for that matter. I’m living in manipulation and deceit and a whole lotta other shit that I don’t feel quite ready to face eye-to-eye at the moment, but soon enough I will. And yet I’ll get over it, because on the brightside, this is what life’s about. It’s about experimenting different pathways and seeing where they individually lead, making different decisions and having to face and deal with the consequences, willingly or not-so-willingly. This is life, and I plan on living it regardless of how messy it may be at times, and hell tell me tell ya, it can get pretty bad. Arising from our ashes and finding/creating an escape route amidst our pain and our suffering is the challenge we are thrown with one intention: to overcome. To prove our strength not to the world but only to ourselves, to grow and to learn, and to look back on it years down the road and reminisce on how it shaped us into the person we are at that moment. Just as happiness is not permanent, a burden does not last forever. We rise up, and we fall down - and vice versa. After all, what purpose would life hold if there were no highs and lows, no fears and epiphanies and ceremonies and moments of failure, justa flat line we can remember as we lay upon our deathbed? Life is here, and life is now. Meet it
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

truths.

#1. My family has joked about me being adopted since day one. The only fair-skinned blue-eyed blonde among darker-featured brunettes? Something doesn’t quite add up, I’m slowly convincing myself it wasn’t much of a joke on their part.

#2. I successfully made it to ER by age one. I was swinging on this antique church pew in our house [decoration purposes of course] and all 500lbs. of it fell over on me. And seven hours straight of screaming bloody murder and 38201 stitches later… to this day, I believe the green doctor was the first friend I ever made. We don’t stay in touch. In fact, I hope to never see him again.

#3. I hate situations that call for me to be serious, end of story. I’m convinced by now that I was put on this earth strictly for entertainment purposes. You’re welcome, and I accept checks.

#4. I’ve always secretly wanted to be homeless, to have the experience on my record. And I would spend all my time going around and stealing glitter and markers and beads and glue from craft stores to make the hottest “please feel bad for me” signs on the block [competitive streak kicking in].

#5. I’m constantly craving attention, but I don’t want to be smothered. I don’t ask for it, but I will find a way to get it.

#6. I’ve always wanted to get in the car with a complete stranger. In America this is known as hitchhiking.

#7. I’ve discovered that when my phone dies it means I’m up past my bedtime.

#8. Reckless driving/living are things I heart equally.

#9. (Rach) I will never have a close relationship with either of my parents. We're too different. Their childhood/values/current ideas just differ from mine completely. When I have kids, I'm going to make sure that no matter how different we are, I find some way to connect with them.

#10. Between you and I, I can’t wait to become a mom. I have more fun with kids than anyone else, so life’s just gonna be one big party.

#11. I’m convinced I got stuck with THE oddest combination of genes possible, mentally speaking. It’s like a Midwest tornado and Alaskan blizzard, combined, in my head every day, and my personality reflects this.

#12. I am like a boy in the sense that there is not an ounce of sensitivity in my blood [and if there is, I pretend like there isn’t], I prefer watching NFL games on the big screen over girl talk in the kitchen on holidays, and I thrive off of “that’s what she said” jokes. Never gets old. Ever.

#13. Independent is the one adjective that defines me, bar none. I’ve always been convinced dependency is a sign of weakness since I was little, and can’t seem to shake the idea. Which is ironic because I’m the baby of the family, but whatev.

#14. On that note, I worship my alone time. Few would ever guess this because I’m naturally such a people person and talking is a sport in my mind.

#15. I get my workaholic nature from my daddy, giving up isn’t in his vocabulary, and I respect him for it more than he will ever know.

#16. I can't dance for shit, but I have a damn good time trying.

#17. I never used to suck on my thumbs, I thought it was strange. Instead I preferred my toes.

#18. I wish I didn’t make lying look so easy. Seriously, it’s a gift/curse. I’m pretty sure it’s a moral issue, but I can’t help it. I know how to get things in life, and I take advantage of it. On the same note, I've been told I can manipulate parents/teachers/authority like nobody's business, although unfortunately I don't think this is quite the compliment.

#19. 99.1% of what comes outta my mouth is pure sarcasm. Humor is key in my book, it makes the world a beautiful place.

#19. I have more sass that what’s healthy in a person. And yes, I’m aware I wrote #19 twice and then was too lazy to backspace. Meh.

#20. Messing with people and eating cereal are things I do often. Without remorse.

#21. I have an extremely all-or-nothing personality. I’m either extremely messy or meticulously clean/organized. I either put forth 101% effort or refuse to do it period, I don’t feel morally obligated to halfass things. I either wake up in a wonderful mood or one from hell. I either like you, or I don’t.

#22. Steve Carell and Jim Carrey are my heroes because they have not only saved my sanity multiple times, but have provided some of the most epic awkward moments known to Hollywood, and for this I give them my respect.

#23. Spontaneous is my favorite word, and it gets me into trouble just about 90% of the time. My life is based on impulse, it’s like a constant adrenaline rush, you should try it sometime.

#24. I’m a working-out-and-eating-right junkie, I can’t help it. I refuse to touch fast food, excluding midnight DQ blizzard runs, and I haven’t had soda of any kind in 23 months. This I’m sure of, it was such an important event I put it on my calendar and celebrate its anniversary from time to time. My mom tried to give me 7-up when I was sick a few months back and I threw a temper tantrum [evidence: maturity issue]

#25. I’m a licensed perfectionist. I used to freak out the minute I saw wrinkles on my pink teacup bedspread when I was five, and this once lead me to thinking that I wanted to be an interior designer. Then I thought of how many people would hate me when I barged in on their homes and whipped out my power trip on them and destroyed anything I didn’t like. I don’t care if you got it for your son for Christmas three years ago, it’s not appealing to my senses.

#26. I wish I was a ballerina, and I guilt trip my parents every day of my life for not enrolling me in a dance class by age three.

#27. My first childhood crush was on a guy named Will Smith, it may ring a bell. Amen to ‘90s fresh prince reruns <3 Ah, the good 'ol days.

#28. I’m cheap and high-maintenance. I live in designer but given the choice, I’d choose beer over a $17 cocktail any day.

#29. I grew up on a farm and to this day won’t touch eggs, because I’m convinced my mom feeding me scrambled eggs every morning before preschool, only naturally, lead to my taste buds finally gettin sick of 'em.

#30. I have trouble finishing my sentences. I blatantly call it oral dyslexia.

#31. I want to be treated like a princess, not purchased like one.

#32. I will be mad at you, and then five minutes later apologize for being mad.

#33. I am probably the most silly and unfocused person known to mankind. My high school teachers keep reminding me of how unhealthy these traits are to have.

#34. I won’t be put on hold. For anything or anyone.

#35. “I have a really inappropriate sense of humor. Everything I find funny is usually not church friendly.”

#36. I use 4 different shampoos and 5 different conditioners, per shower. Probably looked down upon in the cosmetology industry but hell, I get compliments on my hair all the time so I must be doing something right.

#37. I’ve been on two blind dates in my life and I suggest it over resorting to eHarmony/online dating communities. Really, you have nothing to lose. Except maybe some hours of your life that you’ll never get back, and in some cases, an article [or two] of clothing.

#38. I have been involved with someone six years older than myself. Hence the law d0n’tt fAze m3. This is not a good sign...

#39. Yes, I’ve always dreamed of being on a parade float. No, I’ve never received an invitation.

#40. I make up my own words on a regular basis. It’s a hobby really.

#41. I am a diehard city/beach/country girl - all equally.

#42. My competitive streak crosses the line and gets me in trouble from time to time. It all started when my barbies had to have had the best clothes and cards in the neighborhood. I will have the best, own the best, flaunt the best, and be the best.

#43. I was saving myself [my heart anyway] for Scott Bairstow until the day I saw him on the news for rape. It quite possibly was one of the worst days of my life. It was on that day I began keeping my eyes open for a prince charming replacement. Damn you, Wild America, for getting my hopes up.

#44. I never learned how to share, I think I skipped that day of kindergarten. When I claim it, it’s mine. Some people call this a possessive issue, I say fuck it, we all have our issues.

#45. Working out is and will always be my the first one of my life. Men/money/food always take second priority, and this is a guarentee.

#46. I love anything with ‘dirty’ in the title - camping/mud fights/pole dancing all included.

#47. I want to grow up and land myself a highly successful career with an important title/position that makes tons and tons of money. Not because I’m acquisitive, it’s because I’m fairly convinced by now I’ve been ona power trip since I was a little girl. I like being in control, and, if it were up to me, I'd refuse to take orders from anyone.

#48. I find amusement in rebelling. I don’t do limits, restrictions, or the word “no”. You tell me not to do something?, I find 35 different creative ways TO do it. I’m dangerous to society, or so they say.

#49. Camping is the key to my heart, bar none. Taking a break from chores/taking showers/getting all dolled up to present myself to the world everyday? Enough said.

#50. The ocean is my favorite place in the world, and there’ll never be competition. Ever. There’s just something about standing with your bare feet in wet sand, waves crashing over 'em, and forgetting all the world’s troubles and letting your heart get lost in the sea. *sigh* Long Beach, anyone?

#51. Caffeine overdose or pain meds, or sleep deprivation will be responsible for my death one day, this I’m sure of. I’m a certified junkie of each, and I'm surprised I don't have medical records claiming that I only have a few more years to live just because my lifestyle habits are so damn unhealthy.

#52. I’m known to capslock random words in a sentence/conversation just to throw people off. Court trademark right there, don’t touch it, but let me tell you, it’s quite possibly the most entertaining activity of my day.

#53. I’ve always secretly wanted to certify my therapist skills. I take pride in the advice I’m able to give, thank you. [Fun fact: I have a tendency to never go to people or friends seeking help or advice, but I thrive off helping people.]

#54. I run around cleaning the house [hello OCD?] when I’m avoiding homework/responsibilities. I like to think of it as guiltless procrastination, since I’m still doing something semi-productive.

#55. I didn’t stop at #50 like I was “supposed to”. Meh, I’ve always sucked at following directions anyway.


#56. So I'll keep going, for whoever's attention span I've managed to hold up until this point. I cannot for the life of me keep a fish alive longer than a month or so. And before you ask me if I forget to feed it or clean its bowl, I will scream at you and tell you it's not my fault. And that's not the same lame "it's not my fault" the nasty ex feeds you or the pouty whiny-voiced "it's not my f-aaa-uuu-lt" that your kids throw at you when you walk into the kitchen only to find milk spilled all over your brand spankin' new wood flooring, but I'm serious when I say I think the pet store jips me whenever I go in and buy a new beta/goldfish. And damnit, it's not funny!, especially considering my extreme attachment issues that I innately get with pets.

#57. I'm a strong believer in "everything happens for a reason" and fate. Don't get me wrong, I think He has his fun working it all out, but hey, it's an entertaining production in the end, right?

#58. I'll read my daily horoscope and "compatibility with this week's boyfriend" for the fun of it, when boredom has got the best, and I mean best, of me. But other than that, I mostly just joke about karma and the stars and all that snazzy cosmo shit. Well, usually.

#59. There is nothing in the world I love more than coffee. And it's such a big part of my life that bolding the entire sentence seemed necessary. It's an unhealthy/expensive addiction, but I've thought about it and I think I'm willing to sacrifice all my weekly paychecks and pool it into one big delicious Starbucks fund. Besides, the classic strictly-cigarettes-and-coffee diet you see in the old black&white films with Aubrey Hepburn? My god, so classy. Minus the cigarettes part of it of course, because I'd rather have to resort to using whitestrips for my faded off white teeth than die of lung cancer.

#60. I'm probably the most mature seventeen year old of my generation. And this falls under 'facts' and not 'opinions'. It's scary, I don't even really know how I got this way.

#61. I could live on [fat-free] Yoplait. 'Nuff said. I mean, walking down the yogurt aisle in the grocery store is like some kind of adventure in Willy Wonka's dessert factory, there's lemon, boston cream pie, raspberry cheesecake, french vanilla, key lime pie, and new on the markets (except not available in fat-free, yet) is Coffee. Oh my god, *drool*...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

there'sa new elle woods in washington... state

Someone asked me if I've ever seriously considered becoming a lawyer when/[if] I ever grow up. Just like that, outta the blue and all I could do was look at em and laugh because despite how many millions upon millions of random thoughts travel through my mind on a daily basis, this is one that's never taken presence. Then I started thinking about it and I'm like hey, perhaps he really has something here. I mean, let us analyze: 1) I am one damn good writer and have a way with words [universal fact]; 2) I thrive off anything remotely associated with defiance, i.e. heated arguments --> defending cases and backing it up with far better support than anyone else's ass can deliver thus, --> winning; 3) I've been called manipulative by a number of people throughout the years [not always a trait to take pride in but hey, lawyers bring home the moola yeeaaah?] and finally 4) I've already adopted my own Court-signature career motto [see below] so, practically speaking I'm halfway there already. A little bitta schoolin' and I'll be good to go, set for life. And on the brightside, if all else fails, I still have all my journalism/criminal justice/marine biology/Hollywood production/massage therapy/Gene Juarez certified beautifier options as a fallback...



oh, and today's favorite quote that I'd love to claim as my own words:
"I'm a lover not a fighter, but piss me off and I'll knock your ass out."

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I'm hoping I don't die soon, I have an agenda.

bucket list


- live in a California flat overlooking Huntington with Alixandria Bomar (code: my best friend in life, ever)
- go bridge jumping in Venice
- buy everyone in the bar a drink
- milk a cow
- give johnny depp a kiss on the cheek
- shower in a waterfall
- run around tagging the city’s most legit buildings
- spend the night on a trampoline
- give to charity -- anonymously
- surf in Tahiti
- send a message in a bottle
- kiss a prince [I’m thinking William is my best option on the table]
- walk around with a bible in hand in prison
- swim with dolphins at sunset
- take a pole dancing class, pick up some new moves for the hell of it
- buy a round-the-world air ticket
- take a ferrari for a test drive
- publish a novel
- make origami cranes for cancer patients
- get lost in Europe
- visit Chinatown. really, that’s all.
- tell a boss where to shove it, make a scene and quit (chappelle-inspired)
- play firefighter for one 24-hour on-call shift
- mom some kids and raise ‘em the best way I know how to
- waste my lifesavings in designer london boutiques
- visit the holy land
- go to a football game in milford, michigan
- scuba dive off the coast of Australia's great barrier reef
- defy gravity
- take up salsa dancing
- crash a party
- go hot air ballooning on a really cold/foggy autumn morning
- buy a gym membership... and use it
- lick an iceberg
- tokyo drift
- bartend in new york city
- visit the North Pole and spend the night in an igloo
- ride a camel throughout Israelian scorching hot deserts
- host a downtown miami club event
- make it through KUBE 93.3’s annual haunted house, preferably alive
- attend a paris fashion show
- go to a bonfire on laguna beach
- hire my personal bouncer for clubbin' out on the town

- spin 'round and 'round and 'round in giant teacups on Coney Island until I puke
- spend the night under the stars
- take a roadtrip down South and visit Andrew Swint
- go skydiving hand in hand with the love of my life
- take a Caribbean cruise
- drink the most expensive tequila on the market
- direct a Hollywood film
- spend new years on an exotic beach drinking pina coladas
- paint and decorate a local smalltown's artist cafe
- work at Nordstrom, end of story
- backpack Everest... during the good season
- live it up Jamaica style
- get a tattoo symbolizing what's most important in my life
- live the typical 4-year university experience - college football games/cafeteria food/walking from class to class in 0 degree weather/prioritizing partying over studying on weeknights all included.
- host an oldschool nintendo party
- become a ballerina
- if that doesn’t come true, enroll my girls in dance classes by age 5
- rescue a drowning dog/person
- take a 7am run in autumn in Central Park
- scuba dive off the coast of Australia’s great barrier reef
- master smoky eyes
- learn how to take a compliment
- smoke a cuban cigar
- write an autobiography, never publish it, and give it to one person before I die
- go dark brunette
- jump off a diving board without contemplating suicide
- achieve a state of pure and utter happiness
- make the world a better place
- find my prince charming in this world