The freckles in our eyes are mirror images

[Such Great Heights – The Postal Service]

Day 05: A list of things you fancy doing.

Oh no, a Bucket List.

I always tell myself, start a Bucket List! You’re gonna regret not starting one when you’re in your mid-life crisis. I suppose its a good thing that I’m turning a new decade soon, so maybe I’ll start a Bucket List (a new page on this blog? Wow yes) on my 20th birthday, and just add on when I remember things. So this post will help kick the (Bucket) List off, so to speak.

I suppose you can always look at this just as a “list of whims” instead of “your Bucket List”, but let’s be honest, my whims are endless and¬†insatiable. ¬†On an hourly basis, I change what I want to eat dozens of times.

Okay, so, obviously all the big favorites like

  • Skydiving
  • Hot-Air Ballooning
  • Bungee Jumping
  • Licking the Statue of Liberty

And the more artsy ambitious ones like

  • Writing at least one good trashy fiction book
  • (I won’t put down Writing at least one good movie, because that’s actually a desired career path at the mo’)
  • Having a few moments of pure musical bliss where everyone present is singing the same thing at the same time, and not at karaoke – one moment for each different stage of inebriation.

Things to happen to my body, such as

  • Getting at least one tattoo
  • Having at least one scar that I had NO idea how it got there, not even a sneaking suspicion
  • Shave all of my hair off, just once, maybe during a few months of no consequence

Things that happen by chance

  • Dating someone with the best meet-cute story, so not “met them through a friend” but really, purely, coincidental

Things that happen by my willingness to step out of my comfort zone

  • Staying a whole day in a nice coffee shop, and trying to strike up a chat with anyone who would talk to me, and seeing what I learn from there

Geographically related

  • Doing at lease one from each of the above categories in each continent – minus Antarctica, sorry guys, but no coffee shops to be had there
  • Going to Boston, where no one knows my name, and aiming to leave it the same (WOW THAT RHYMED) – so spending at least a month in that city under a fake name and persona

Silly, petty and childish

  • Making faces behind a newsperson on TV
  • On purposely wrecking someone’s street performance – I might do this in Boston
  • Play hide and seek in a huge department store with at least 5 other people
  • Attempt to live out the moment that every hipster-identifying couple desires after being influenced so by (500) Days of Summer, in IKEA. You know which one I mean.
  • Go to a party where I do my best to appear in the background of every single picture (I think I came CLOSE to crossing this off last Saturday but not quite)
  • Do shots off a stripper’s body – oh come on, oh come on you can’t say TV hasn’t romanticized this to be desirable

The list will be expanded and neatened and organized and re-considered in the future.

Hey, this is fun!


Your hair is everywhere

[Screaming Infidelities – Dashboard Confessionals]

Day 04: Write about someone you love.

I’m doing pretty badly at this daily deal ha.

I find, though, for these kind of topics, unless you’re dating someone, or you have a best friend who everyone knows you’re best friends with, if you commit to writing about someone, you’re committing yourself to them.

Or maybe I have commitment issues I never realized or thought I would have.

For example, just a few days ago Jen was talking to me about possibly moving in together as room-mates in the soon-but-yet-unseen future, and weirdly enough I actually started freaking out just at her words – we could figure out who does the cooking, and we could take turns doing the icky jobs – and I was surprised I was genuinely freaked out.

It’s not that I dislike being around Jen – far from it, I don’t think we’ve ever had a boring time when we hung out – or that I think she’d judge me (much) when she sees what a slob I am – mostly because I’m slobby in public – but it’s more just living – LIVING – with someone else who hasn’t been part of my conscious day-to-day life since I was born (I am generalizing, because for me, my parents aren’t actually the ones who I consciously remember growing up with, but I did start living with them a good decade ago so the weight of the memories are enough) actually freaked me out. It wasn’t the thought of all the responsibilities I’d have, because I’m sure as much as I’d fail at it at the beginning, I’d soon pick up the rhythm and take care of myself, but it was just…SEEING Jen ALL the TIME.

There is no nice way of saying this.

But, back on track. Writing about a specific someone not only elevates them to a status of “First Who Came To Alex’s Mind”, but also “Now Expected To Always Come First To Alex’s Mind”, because why else would I mention them? I have a stockpile of who I can write about: Jen, obviously; Annie who I see all the time and who has been there during all the bad times; Dani, because Dani; Clare, because she gives great hugs; Bianca, for making me see the world differently; I could pick people who I don’t talk to all the time, whose support I sometimes let melt into the background, such as Katherine, who put up with a LOT of weird stuff from me; Catherine (yes…) who talks to me like we’ve never had any time apart even though we rarely do talk anymore; Julia, because haha I won’t revisit the random historical crap there but kudos to her; Steven who as a guy, manages to put up with all my weird ass mood swings, and over MSN too; Dom and Andrew who, at the same time but through different means, were probably my first proper guy friends in the era I call After Annoying-Adolescence.

But are any of them deserving of the ONE SINGLE mention? What qualifies them above the others?

Maybe I’ll revisit this question when I’ve gotten a significant other, and I can shamelessly put them above the others because it’s okay, no hard feelings, and no cold feet freak outs.