Assignment 18 Rebekah George

Ah, this blog speaks to one of my favorite pastimes: pondering death and the complexity of the short time we’re allotted here on earth to try and accomplish as much as our little meat sacks can handle. Refreshing. Anyhow, I do not have, nor have I ever had, a bucket list. I suppose thinking about the future has primarily consisted of worrying about continuing to be not dead and, additionally, about going to college and getting a job that consists of not living in a box. I see “bucket lists” as more of a mandatory to-do list. I think my answers shall attest to that.



High school (or the worst state-enforced activity I’ve ever been forced to participate in):

Continue to be not dead

Don’t destroy your future by doing something stupid or/and illegal

Get into a college that leads to not living in a box and eating old shoes

Maybe get a job, I don’t know. People are ew.

Incite a rebellion

College (or my saving grace from prison—I mean high “school”):

Write a novel that makes so much money that I don’t have to go to school anymore

To live and do stuff, I guess. School work? Join a gang? Something. Live my life.

On that whole “gang” thing: a gang that isn’t violent, but is full of very tough-looking people. We’ll bake muffins and knit sweaters for the poor

Steal candy from a baby

           

Life (or working until I die. I am so optimistic today.):



            Die eventually

            Marry someone that isn’t irritating

            Get a dog that is large and intimidating and then name it something that is not at all intimidating, like a Rottweiler called Mr. Mcfluffypants or Pumpkin (kids are also ew)

            Meet Edward Snowden

            WORLD DOMINATION

            Write a novel that makes a similar amount of money to the first so I don’t have to work

            Be given a medal of friendship from Russia for something that is friendly



**Note** These are in no particular order.

           

As for priorities, my priority for high school is to not destroy my future. That is important. I don’t want to live in a box or eat old shoes. My priority for college is to write that novel so that I can accomplish my previous goal of not living in a box and also not worry too much about actual school or life in the future. My goal for life is world domination, but if that doesn’t work out, I’m cool with the medal of friendship. Quite frankly, I really just want to know for sure that I’m taller than Vladimir Putin. This fact brings me much joy and is my source of power in life. But, anyway, I want to know for sure that I am personally loved by an entire country (as decided unilaterally by one person). That would be my new source of ultimate power that could assist in the whole world domination thing. And if that doesn’t work out, I’ll settle for death. At least they can put “she died trying to take over the planet for the sole purpose of proving that she could” on my tombstone.  And, in closing, if the United States government wasn't spying on me before (a Ludacris and naive idea), they definitely are now.