Holy Fuck.

[dear_my_lovexxx]

Tomorrow I have 7-9 pages of Shakespeare due, 6-8 pages of Philosophy due and an essay on Hobbesian Liberty to write in class. It is finals week and it seems I am inspired to do everything but write papers comparing/contrasting the three protagonists (King Lear, Richard II, Edward II) with regard to the degree to which each is a sympathetic character. But really, what does it matter. In 5 years, screw that, 5 days, who really is going to care what I, a college student who is half hung over on tequila, has to say on a topic that is so highly heated that it has been discussed for 400 some odd years. Let’s be realistic here.

What I really want to be doing is… something. Something that hasn’t be done. Something unheard of. Something that in 500 years people will read about and be like… “What the hell was this guy thinking?” and… “Why would you devote your life to doing this?” and… “That is amazing.” I want to be doing something that inspires people; I want to be the person that people say that they want to meet, dead or alive, for lunch in future essays. I want to be happy.

There are certain goals I am setting for myself in my life and this is my contract. By putting my thoughts down here, in written form, I will have an eternal reminder of my ambition.

I want to spend 5 years in a foreign country learning the language and culture, meeting people, broadening my horizons.

I want to create something, know everything about it, and show it to everyone else so I can say I am the master of one thing, that I know all there is about a certain subject.

I want to get married and have kids, at least one being a son.

I want a stomach of steel so I can drink tequila and not feel it in the morning.

I want to invent something that flies.

I want to tour with a music group, even if I’m not in the group, just tour the nation with a band.

I want spend at least one year of my life hunting the unseen - ghosts, vampires, zombies, haunted houses, the Mothman, Banshees. I want to go all over the world in doing so.

I want to write a book, a Bestseller if possible.

I want to be recognized on a national level.

I want to meet the President of the United States, shake his hand and have him already know my name.

I want to spend $1000 on CDs alone at one time.

I want to fall in love.

I want to wake up one morning wondering where the hell I am, how I got there and have a feeling of regret from the night before.

I want to wake up in the morning.

I want to have a dog of my own, more than likely a Basset Hound, named Moe.

I want to lecture on my life to high school students

I want to teach AP English.

I want to get a tattoo.
I want to be on Jeopardy or some other intelligent game show to see if I really am somewhat smart, and if I am, win some money.

I want someone to describe me as the most intriguing person they have ever met.

I want to witness history in the making, with my own eyes, not through TV.

I want to own a small tea shop in a small town in a small state that no one would ever think to vacation to.

I want to do stand up comedy, even if I would suck.

I want to learn to play piano.

In short, I want to live my life unhindered by financial problems, wars, suicides, divorces, deaths, bombs, starvation, fights, nuclear explosions, spontaneous combustions, stock market crashes, train wrecks, terrible presidents, homeless veterans, the Atkins diet, the police, deadlines, Oprah Winfrey, Dr. Phil, Britney Spears and countless other celebrities who think they are right, math tests, meaningless essays, grades, politics, again financial constraints, a failing economy, work ethic and the constant ebb and flow of an ever changing society. I want to do what I want, not the 13-17 pages of crap that is due tomorrow before one o’ clock. Thank you for being my procrastinating substance.