a non-alliterative title [for once]

I have a Music History test tomorrow.

I have a formal to plan.

A musical to try out for (stop laughing).


And all I can do is think about my various and contradicting dreams, both realistic and embarrassingly unattainable.

Go to Boston.

Be a cast member on Saturday Night Live.

Have a rule made because of me.

See someone come to know Jesus.

Dye my hair red.

Burn my choir dress.

Be a missionary to Africa.

Be a missionary with my husband and family to a suburban neighborhood and its hurting middle-class families.

Get a tattoo (crap this is starting to sound like a walk to remember).

Dance on the dock of a lake, music optional. Clothes also optional.

Have a Christmas wedding, complete with bells. And trees. And snow. And deep, seductive reds. And a Christmas dance party.

Do a World Race.

Live barefoot.

Play the drums.

Be a children's choir conductor.

Eat cheese in the Eiffel Tower.

See the Loch Ness Monster.

Run a marathon.

Write a book. On something important.


I NEED TO GO STUDY.

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big hug

wink.

:O

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