bucket list

bucket list: a list of things to do before you die

Right now it is 10:41pm at night and I am standing here exhausted, with one hand on my hip and the other picking away at the key board. I have been this way for the past 20 or so minutes. I think my foot may be asleep. but I don't want to move, mainly because this is the first time I've stopped moving in the past week and a half. My body is still. My brain, however, is beyond preoccupied with all the junk I have to get done before I head back to school. So far I've spent 4 hours at the DMV, $397.25 on textbooks, and far too much energy worrying about things that aren't worth worrying about. And in lieu of doing all the things I should be doing, I am going to stand here, still, and type a list of all the things I'd rather be doing...

in other words, here is my bucket list:
See a firefly*
Send a postcard from the following places- Austin TX, San Francisco CA, New York NY* (it's too smelly for me), Ecuador*, Washington D.C.*, Japan, France, Spain, Budapest, Ireland, Germany, Australia, New Zealand, Iceland, Morocco, Vegas for NFR[], Florida[], Main to go crabbing/lobstering, Alaska to go salmon fishing, Italy, Hawaii*, x-country America*, x-country Canada, the moon
...actually I've decided to visit all the factories/head quarters of my favorite products (more on this to come)
Obtain my MLIS []
USFA OTS- Commissioned Communication and Information Officer []
Name all my pets after other animals []
Restore a piano
Learn to fly fish*...and actually catch something
learn to crochet*...then yarn bomb []
Grow a garden
Join a roller derby league*
Get a tattoo (or 2 or 3 or 4* or 5) []
Build a rat rod (requires me to learn to weld...also own a black 1970 Fleetwood Cadillac or a dusty pink Nova SS)
Learn to make killer mashed potatoes []
Become a notary
Punch someone in the face and mean it
Start a mixed CD group or a book club
Drive in a demolition derby
Get divorced (it’s inevitable). And maybe after I could date a man with a wallet chain and long hair. Better yet, just marry Eddie Vedder.
Destroy something important (demolish a building, ruin a marriage, infiltrate and bring down a syndicate)
Celebrate my 100th b-day (and still be healthy enough to eat the cake with my own teeth)
Live straight edge*
Kick depression in the shin []
Go to the opera in my pj’s
Hike Mt. St. Helens
Become fluent in another language (Spanish,* Sign Language)
Stay sassy []
Participate in a Historical Reenactment
Start a band/learn to be a better percussionist and keyboardist/learn the steel pedal guitar and accordion
Learn to square dance (really I just want to wear a big puffy skirt)
Die my hair red
Live where the stars are as big as silver dollars

* = already completed
[] = in progress

intern

intern: practicum worker, volunteer, apprentice, free labor, mentee, protege, trainee...whatever you call me i'm getting buckets of invaluable experience (not to mention a gold star for my Grad school application); possibly one of the most infamous interns would be Monica Lewinsky (ironically an alumnus of my college, but no worries I will not be following in her footsteps, no sir)

yesterday I started my internship at the Idaho State Historical Society's Research Library and Archives. So far, I'm awestruck with the whole experience. I get to wear white gloves like Mickey Mouse, process old legislative bills, humidify things using an ultra "high-tech" trashcan and distilled water, eat chocolate covered raisins, move boxes around (and damn you think you've seen a lot of boxes before? think again my friend, think again, I'm talking a vast sea of boxes you could swim in for decades), categorize materials, then categorize more materials, break paper weights filled with shot, and maybe eventually get a name badge! So in a nutshell, I love it!!! (and yes that deserves three exclamation marks).