I've had my life planned out for quite some time, but life being the way life is I'll probably never accomplish half of these things.
First things first however, I will go to BYU no matta what! I'm determined to! I hope to major in something language - probably creative writing, because it's the best and the professors there are sweet sauce! But who knows, I like history and music too...and photography, and trees, and harry potter/cookie dough ice cream so maybe I'll major in one of those. Another thing that's for sure is study abroad. I'm doing it. England here I come! That is the one place in the world that I have got to see before I die. I'm convinced that I'll love it so much that I'll want to move there afterwards (Marry a hot British guy - Mo Mo of course, temple all the way! - Preferably one who can sing and/or play piano. Brunettes are preferable. Money helps too) but I've heard story that it's not all it's cracked up to be. But those are just stories. And those people are weirdos, so I'm still convinced it'll be me fulfilling my destiny by going there.
After I'm nice and settled in my beautiful home with private library and secret underground passageways leading to the basement of Buckingham palace - I'll start having me some children! Charlie, Mallory, Alison, Nathan, Elijah, Chloe, Riley and Bonnie, but that's only if I'm brave enough to have 8. I just really like naming things. Maybe I'll have two kids and then like, 20 dogs, and I'll give them all cute British names like Charlie and Lola. (That's a good show, by the way). Oooh, I know! I'll just use up the leftover names in my books. I have like a list of 50 names that I like, but there's no way I'm having 50 kids (even if it were possible). I don't even think I'll manage 8. I think 5 is my limit. Charlie, Mallory, Nathan, Chloe and Riley then. 3 boys and 2 girls. Hopefully I'll already have a book out by kid number one, but if not then I'll have to wait until they're all out before I take up writing again. I just think it would be too hard to try to write a book while dealing with the mess angels.
Hmm...children. They're interesting creatures. I sure was a strange kid. You know, I have two very clear memories and I'm not sure which one is my first. The first one I remember is of me lying in a small foldout crib in my parents room, and then my mom picking me up...or maybe it was my dad. Anyways, I'm assuming that one is the first because I wasn't walking yet and I was still in a crib. The second memory I have is of me in the dinosaur room. We used to have these themed rooms before we remodeled. I remember the dino room, winnie the pooh...and I think there was one more...hmm...can't remember. Anywho, I was next to the window in-between the little white bookshelf (which wasn't so little then) and the bunk bed staring at the corner. I don't know why, but I was. I must have been in time out or something because I remember standing there, staring at it for quite some time before running from the room. Weird memories huh...I can't even remember now why I wrote those down. Oh the joy of stream of conscious writing! It's pleasentful.
Oh, children, that's right. According to meine Mutti, I was a very quite, calm, and composed child until my 1st birthday. She says it was right on that day that I exploded. I haven't been quite since. I do enjoy talking. Sometimes I hate that I'm so loud, but I've just got so much to say that I forget about it. Maybe that's why I like writing so much - you can get all that extra stuff out that people won't let you say in conversations.
...hmm...pondering life...
First things first however, I will go to BYU no matta what! I'm determined to! I hope to major in something language - probably creative writing, because it's the best and the professors there are sweet sauce! But who knows, I like history and music too...and photography, and trees, and harry potter/cookie dough ice cream so maybe I'll major in one of those. Another thing that's for sure is study abroad. I'm doing it. England here I come! That is the one place in the world that I have got to see before I die. I'm convinced that I'll love it so much that I'll want to move there afterwards (Marry a hot British guy - Mo Mo of course, temple all the way! - Preferably one who can sing and/or play piano. Brunettes are preferable. Money helps too) but I've heard story that it's not all it's cracked up to be. But those are just stories. And those people are weirdos, so I'm still convinced it'll be me fulfilling my destiny by going there.
After I'm nice and settled in my beautiful home with private library and secret underground passageways leading to the basement of Buckingham palace - I'll start having me some children! Charlie, Mallory, Alison, Nathan, Elijah, Chloe, Riley and Bonnie, but that's only if I'm brave enough to have 8. I just really like naming things. Maybe I'll have two kids and then like, 20 dogs, and I'll give them all cute British names like Charlie and Lola. (That's a good show, by the way). Oooh, I know! I'll just use up the leftover names in my books. I have like a list of 50 names that I like, but there's no way I'm having 50 kids (even if it were possible). I don't even think I'll manage 8. I think 5 is my limit. Charlie, Mallory, Nathan, Chloe and Riley then. 3 boys and 2 girls. Hopefully I'll already have a book out by kid number one, but if not then I'll have to wait until they're all out before I take up writing again. I just think it would be too hard to try to write a book while dealing with the mess angels.
Hmm...children. They're interesting creatures. I sure was a strange kid. You know, I have two very clear memories and I'm not sure which one is my first. The first one I remember is of me lying in a small foldout crib in my parents room, and then my mom picking me up...or maybe it was my dad. Anyways, I'm assuming that one is the first because I wasn't walking yet and I was still in a crib. The second memory I have is of me in the dinosaur room. We used to have these themed rooms before we remodeled. I remember the dino room, winnie the pooh...and I think there was one more...hmm...can't remember. Anywho, I was next to the window in-between the little white bookshelf (which wasn't so little then) and the bunk bed staring at the corner. I don't know why, but I was. I must have been in time out or something because I remember standing there, staring at it for quite some time before running from the room. Weird memories huh...I can't even remember now why I wrote those down. Oh the joy of stream of conscious writing! It's pleasentful.
Oh, children, that's right. According to meine Mutti, I was a very quite, calm, and composed child until my 1st birthday. She says it was right on that day that I exploded. I haven't been quite since. I do enjoy talking. Sometimes I hate that I'm so loud, but I've just got so much to say that I forget about it. Maybe that's why I like writing so much - you can get all that extra stuff out that people won't let you say in conversations.
...hmm...pondering life...
