The Bucket List Begins

Oooooo....

So last week, I thought about doing a project where I look at pictures from every state and try to pick out where I would ideally live. Rather, what general region I would like to live in, based on the nature in the area mainly. *Tree hugger But there are so many states- I get overwhelmed. And then I looked up pictures of Louisiana, and the pictures that I found look nothing like what most of Louisiana actually looks like. It made people that live in Louisiana look like we lived in Cypress trees with pelicans and alligators as our only wildlife. I got discouraged and gave up, though I still want to pick the project back up at some point.

Had to pick out my school and work schedule today. It's this whole weight and balances thing with sanity on one side and money on the other. Trying to pretend like I'm an adult is quite stressful.

I should start tabulating my bucket list. It's been in my head since I was little. My first entry goes as follows:

- Play an instrument until my fingers bleed. (Anything my dad did when he was my age automatically got put in the BAD ARSS part of the Bucket List. I don't necessarily want to do this anymore now, but it's worth putting on here to pay homage to my childhood dreamssssssss. Such a sweet little child, I was.... ... Who am I kidding? I really wouldn't mind bleeding all over my piano if I got the opportunity now anyway, so I can't act as if I've grown up too much. I'd rig some awesome looking band-aid knuckle wrap and feel like I really accomplished something. I'd rig the shit out of it.