I've always admired people who live fabulous lives with seemingly little effort-- The people who just get out of bed one day and decide to liquidate all their belongings and backpack across Europe. As an avid planner, I have to try excessively hard to be spontaneous (probably drives R nuts, who comes up with a crazy scheme to drive to Canada on one of his visits-- which we did, and it was amazing, but I would have never thought of that by myself in a million years).
What I lack in spontaneity I would like to make up for in fascination. I would like to be that interesting, well-rounded person in a social gathering that is talking about their latest art show and in the same breath how fun skydiving was. I'm terrified of realizing one day that I'm a boring person. I want something to always talk about.
So I was thinking on the MARTA today that I need a list of things to do after I'm settled in a 9-5, but before I get Alzheimers. Right now it's pretty short and vanilla, but I hope to let the ideas fester and eventually make it on to the list.
JILL'S LIST OF STUFF TO DO BEFORE DEATH
1. Have an art show
2. Write a book
3. Take skydiving lessons
4. Learn to sing (if at all possible-- I'm pretty bad)
5. Learn to paint
6. Take some photography classes
7. Go to somewhere in Asia (specifically Singapore, Japan or China)
8. Learn French
9. Go to a nude beach
10. Get my Masters degree and teach some classes
11. Leran how to ball room dance
12. Go to somewhere that it's seasonally light outside for 24 hours, and stay awake the entire time
13. Learn how to screen print
14. Get a Gocco printer and use it
15. Learn to sew clothes (things I'd actually wear)
16. Learn to be a masseuse
That's all I can think of for now, but I'll add more as I think of them.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Adventures
It's been a whirlwind summer so far. I got back from England a little over a week ago, moved the day after getting back, and school is starting on Monday. In between all of my crazy inter-continental adventures has been work and general adult things. I also made my first legit sale on Etsy! Yaaay! (no offence, T :D And I still owe you a new keychain!!)
Anyways, I'll post some photos from the trip, sticking to the highlights since the rest can be found on my Flickr.
This is pretty much the quintessential English picture: The token tourist stands outside a red telephone booth while it's raining. The thing that broke the magic is that most of the booths are kind of old and dirty. I would fully expect there to be some broken crack pipes and needles chilling out in the piles of old fast food wrappers.
R took me to this little garden where you can get tea and eat scones with clotted cream. So English, I'm surprised they didn't hand me a passport with my scone. To get to this place involved a very pleasant walk through the countryside of Cambridge where we ran into some cows (!) and stinging nettles. It was probably the squeest day in my life. R knows how to show a lady a good time :)
We took the train in to London, and did all the touristy bits. Basically went up the Thames and then back down, stopping to ooh and ahh at all of the old shit. I'm still overwhelmed that I actually saw all of the famous bits. Like, this was stuff that I had only seen on TV before, and now I was prancing around it. This is me looking very smug in front of Buckingham Palace. Unfortunately, we had to decline the Queen's request to have some tea. We had a full schedule of stuff n' things to do.
Yes, I am awesome...
At the end of the Tour O' London (TM), we wandered through Hyde Park, and found the famous Rose Garden. R could not deny the calling of his English blood, and sat to contemplate difficult things on the garden's bench.
I was staying up in Cambridge with R, which is a nice college town filled with many many old scholarly buildings. We have Tech Tower, which is like, 100 years old or something? Cambridge was celebrating their 800th year as a college while I was there. One of his roomies had a kitty, who spent most of his days outside. I didn't have a back door key, so he sat and watched me eat my late breakfast and meowed to be let iiiiiiin.
While R was at work some days, I wandered around the town. They have a river that kind of meanders right through the city, and a little trail that you can follow all around the river. They have some squee house boats at some places :D There's also a ton of open fields and parks that begged me to spread out a jacket and read a book for a few hours.
That's all for now... I have some more of the days we spent up north with his parents. But alas, it's late and I'm hungry...
Anyways, I'll post some photos from the trip, sticking to the highlights since the rest can be found on my Flickr.
This is pretty much the quintessential English picture: The token tourist stands outside a red telephone booth while it's raining. The thing that broke the magic is that most of the booths are kind of old and dirty. I would fully expect there to be some broken crack pipes and needles chilling out in the piles of old fast food wrappers.
R took me to this little garden where you can get tea and eat scones with clotted cream. So English, I'm surprised they didn't hand me a passport with my scone. To get to this place involved a very pleasant walk through the countryside of Cambridge where we ran into some cows (!) and stinging nettles. It was probably the squeest day in my life. R knows how to show a lady a good time :)
We took the train in to London, and did all the touristy bits. Basically went up the Thames and then back down, stopping to ooh and ahh at all of the old shit. I'm still overwhelmed that I actually saw all of the famous bits. Like, this was stuff that I had only seen on TV before, and now I was prancing around it. This is me looking very smug in front of Buckingham Palace. Unfortunately, we had to decline the Queen's request to have some tea. We had a full schedule of stuff n' things to do.
Yes, I am awesome...
At the end of the Tour O' London (TM), we wandered through Hyde Park, and found the famous Rose Garden. R could not deny the calling of his English blood, and sat to contemplate difficult things on the garden's bench.
I was staying up in Cambridge with R, which is a nice college town filled with many many old scholarly buildings. We have Tech Tower, which is like, 100 years old or something? Cambridge was celebrating their 800th year as a college while I was there. One of his roomies had a kitty, who spent most of his days outside. I didn't have a back door key, so he sat and watched me eat my late breakfast and meowed to be let iiiiiiin.
While R was at work some days, I wandered around the town. They have a river that kind of meanders right through the city, and a little trail that you can follow all around the river. They have some squee house boats at some places :D There's also a ton of open fields and parks that begged me to spread out a jacket and read a book for a few hours.
That's all for now... I have some more of the days we spent up north with his parents. But alas, it's late and I'm hungry...
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