Shameless Aimless

I haven't got much of any consequence to talk about in here really. But, I feel like I have not written anything that is of much humour lately. So, as I lay here in my pajama attire, which consists of a t-shirt and my undies, and stare into the longing eyes that stare right back at me of my Sidney Crosby Poster that hangs above my bed like a 10 year old girl and her boy band obsession, I thought I would write something that could bring a little smile to people's faces. Introducing my Bucket List of things to do before I die. It incorporates pictures/ideas/events/places I want to somehow make way into my life. Uh, they aren't in any sort of order, it's meaningless the sequence they appear in. It's just what ever happens to pop into my head first.
Numero Uno.
It is essential that I experience a kiss that passionately. I mean, I'm not exactly expecting a reenactment here or anything of that nature. But a kiss that can boast desire like that, I think, is
something that everyone should be intimate with. In optimal circumstances this would also occur in the rain for me. I don't know why, but its just something that I have recently become more partial to. Kissing, the rain, it just seems that much more sensual. Not that I am looking for it, but if chance were to present such an opportunity, I would hope that it was worth it. Ick if it is some lame-o kisser who experiences chronic beef-jerky mixed with brussel sprout breath. That would make for a tasty treat.



Deux.
Sjy Dive- I think this is one of the best thrills you could probably ever experience. I could more than likely pee my pants during this adventure, but urine-soaked pants are only a small price to pay for near human flying. I'd try and stike some sort of superman pose in the process too. Maybe I'd even wear spandex. It all depends on my mood for that day. I reckon I'd be rather nervous. Fuck it - I'd be freakin shiting bricks.

Trois.
Get a wicked rad tan line around my eyes. Every summer and vacation I wear my shades day in and day out to try and get the perfectly crafted racoon tan line. Do you think it works? NO. I don't know what I am doing wrong. I mean I'm practically handing the sun an invitation to make me look bad. What's the sitch with it? And I want one of those sweet sports sunglasses tan line, not some cheep-o dollar store one. In the meantime, I'll keep wearing my shades and facing the sun.

Four.
Fellate this man......
Not. Make a Queen's Guard laugh. I have no clue what I would do. I would more than likely say something very inappropriate. I wonder if I would get in some sort of sexual harrasment lawsuit after that. Whateva~ I don't give a fuck. I do what I want.
I reckon, I don't have much of a window of opportunity for this. I am, however, going to London this summer. Count this one done and done.


And this is all that I have thought of right now. So I will continue this thing, hopefully coming up with some good, original ideas. I'm off to bed. And to NOT study for my upcoming biochemistry exam, and by upcoming I mean less than deuze heures away.