Bucket List

So everyone makes a bucket list at some point. I am going to make mine now and will have to add more things later as I think of them. I should be going to bed (I almost forgot I had work in the morning), but I feel that this is suddenly more important.

without further ado:

write a novel

successful job that I love

work hard party hard

eurotrip while I am still young enough to have the full experience

bomb internships

MBA, possibly abroad

have a family

happy marriage

british columbia

yellowstone

grand canyon

insane New York trip

that's it. Ironically, the only thing I REALLY want is: health, happiness, and success in something that I love. I could deal with not traveling or doing other things.

my bucket list is mainly geared to achieving a certain state of mind. What that state of mind is, I am not sure.

I want to be content.

I want to be happy.

Forgotten

Wow.

I forgot that I had a blog until just now. It's funny how people seem to nonchalantly abandon these things, then seemingly rediscover them months later. One post. Maybe one more. To be forgotten again.

This trend is not unlike that of unfulfilled promises to oneself. You remember them for a second in complete clarity, but a day later, they are stored again in the brain, ready to become a recycled idea in a few months.

It's kind of depressing.

Not really.

I'm just trying to be melodramatic--I secretly wish that I was a phenomenal blogger whose prose evoked impassioned emotions. Maybe one day.