I had never really thought about making a bucket list until some little freshpeople in my art class starting talking about theirs. Freshpeople are making bucket lists and I'm not? What am I doing with my life? Okay, that was my initial thought. Then I told myself to get a grip. I never really sat down to make one until last night when I couldn't sleep. It certainly isn't finished, but I've got the beginnings of one. None of these goals are particularly adventurous or crazy. I don't want to jump out of an airplane when I am 80-years-old. I'm pretty terrified of heights. However, they are endeavors that under normal circumstances would terrify me or that I would stop myself from doing because of their reckless and impulsive nature.
-Take Amtrak or a Greyhound bus anywhere. In the middle of the night. Just because I can.
-Get over my adolescent obsession with black.
-Race golf carts in the middle of the night.
-Live in a crappy apartment in a big city.
-Fall in love.
-Take the train and explore Europe.
-Destroy something when I am really angry.
-Learn to make my anger constructive.
-Cut my hair short and donate it.
-Become friends with my sister.
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