Since I recently realized
I started thinking
about what my other life dreams are.
-Make ketchup from scratch.
How come nobody does that?
-Participate in a rally/protest/march.
This is a necessity, given my love of the Sixties.
-Pretend to be someone's girlfriend for something.
They make it look really fun on tv.
And I think I'd be good at it.
-Eat 3 meals at 3 different restaurants
in the same day.
That'd be sick, literally and figuratively.
-Karaoke/know all the words to
"The Devil Went Down to Georgia."
I love rap and I love folk music.
Combining them was a pretty good idea
that someone once had.
-Exercise until I puke.
Again, that'd be sick.
-Take engagement pictures here.
That's a 10-foot-tall plush nature scene
tucked behind a stairwell at UVU.