Bucket lists. When googling this term, you’ll be led to the urban dictionary, where bucket list is described as:
1. A list of things you want to do before you die.
2. A really bad movie where a lot of money was wasted on unnecessary CG work that is unconvincing and you can tell the actors were in front of green screens during most of the shoot.
The first definition I know for a fact is true, the second one I can’t honestly say is totally true, because I haven’t yet watched the whole movie through, but I’m assuming is really a lot like its description.
For some inexplicable reason this picture does not make me want to run to the library and rent the movie. Not a very thrilling picture, but maaaaybe a sweet plot?
Anyway I’m sure not many people are willing to sit down and write out a list of things they would like to do before they die. And I’m not one of those people either. If I did attempt to write a list of all the things I wanted to do, I would probably end up with about 340,009,876,452,843,749,830 things on that list, and would then be held accountable for the murder of several hundred innocent trees.
Boo. Go hug a tree.
In any case. In my mind I assembled two things I really, really wanted to do:
1. Lose five pounds. Because every teenage girl in the world wants this, and who am I to pretend I’m not one of them. The only problem is I would never be able to tell whether or not I had accomplished this, the reason being that scales are the devil. I avoid scales as studiously as I avoid doing any kind of field/farm work around our home. Except being one of the two people in my house who isn’t over the age of fifty, sometimes my plans are foiled. No matter where you are, they will find you.
2. Dye my hair red! Yesterday, my dream came true.
After debating the topic of red hair with my mother for a long, long time, Mom finally gave in. Ah, the powers of youngest child persuasion!
At the moment, my mother and I are in Pittsburgh, waiting (a bit impatiently) for another member of the family to be born. In the meantime, we’ve been busy perusing Pittsburgh, experimenting in the art of aerial silks, and eating greasy foods. More on that later.
Of course, I used henna instead of real hair dye.
After applying The Gunk, we had to wait a few hours. Once it came time to wash all of the brown icky henna, my new hair was revealed, and it was….
well, it was a bit orange.
The sunbleached streaks of my hair had turned bright orange! I had to spend about an hour continually washing my hair/moping around the house mourning my lost beauty.
Now my hair looks like this.
Which is much better. This is pretty much my dream hair color.
Because after all, what’s a girl with light skin and green eyes supposed to do with dirty blonde hair?
Just dye it red of course!
Well, that’s half of my bucket list already. Now I’m invincible.
What do you want to do before you die?