I'm doing 39 things
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21 months ago
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dream4ever's Life List
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1. eat cake everyday
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2. stop worrying about what i look like
8 people -
3. become a photographer
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4. learn how to play the guitar
868 people -
5. see the grand canyon
876 people -
6. Take a road trip across the country
71 people -
7. stop hating myself
444 people -
8. kiss him
201 people -
9. go to london for the harry potter premiere in november
1 person -
10. get accepted to UPENN!!!
1 person -
11. see the romance movie ever made? any tips?
1 person -
12. ride a motorcycle
764 people -
13. watch the IMDB.com Top 250 movies
338 people -
14. take a beautiful picture in every state
1 person -
15. kick this kid in the balls
1 person -
16. LEAVE.
75 people -
17. just do it
126 people -
18. show the real me
7 people -
19. study east asian philosophy
1 person -
20. find someone who wants to hold me
1 person -
21. practice yoga daily
350 people -
22. become best friends with drew barrymore
1 person -
23. find my tribe
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24. publish my poetry
556 people -
25. tell him i loved him
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26. fart really loud in front of someone
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27. crush grapes with my feet
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28. walk through a cranberry bog
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29. get a kitten
441 people -
30. go into the wild!
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31. be in an animated movie
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32. NOT want to lose weight
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33. become a shaman
42 people -
34. drop out of college
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35. try every flavor of gelatto in italy
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36. go to hogwarts
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37. see sigur ros
10 people -
38. delete my facebook
43 people -
39. not get drunk for one month
1 person
Recent entries
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21 months ago
I don’t know when it became a societal “norm†to go to college as a pastime, a place to binge drink, experiment with sexual promiscuity, “black outâ€. It’s like some American Rite of Passage; every teenager is entitled to these four years that they probably will not remember, or will vaguely recall as a blurry memory draped in a hazy veil of inebriation. Our parents owe it to us – to pay thousands and thousands of dollars so that we can “get all that adolesence out of our systems†– in a safe way, you know, being watched by security guards and college police officers who get paid to save grown men and women from their own drunken danger – before we go into the real world, that stale bleak reality. It’s like a good binge-purge before we make that big leap to – gasp! – become who we are, and be held accountable for our own lives. I walked onto Loyola’s campus and I felt like I was in a delusional time-warp. Sheltered perfectly, hidden from the raw, run-down York Rd. Zombies going from one class to the next – not becoming engaged, or tasting the material. Just letting it wash over them, as if to give them a good rinsing from their naughty escapades the night before. Perhaps it’s a drastic result of pluralistic ignorance. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s just a vast overstatement on my part. Maybe my college experience was a rare one. Not every single person at Loyola fit this mold, there were some shining few that every once and while would leave me breathless and my soul fed, my heart would smile and awaken and whisper “you see, you aren’t the only one!â€
Once it was a desire, a yearning, a burning and calling within a soul to learn more, investigate, now it’s just “what you do.â€
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21 months ago
i want to love me, just as i am. and stop beating myself up about not being thin enough
