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Some stuff I want to do before I die, off the top of my head. This list is in no way finished. Most of them are vain, frivolous, and a little weird. Pretty long list; start at your own risk.
Live in New York City.
Go on a world tour.
Do karaoke. (Shut up. For me, this is a huge thing. I think I'm going to have to be drunk to the point of alcohol poisoning...but I'm going to do it someday, dammit.)
Write a novel, publishing it or not.
Train a guide dog puppy.
Buy a convertible.
Dance at Carnivale in Brazil.
Eat at a five-star restaurant, and stay in a five-star hotel.
Have a set of vanity photographs taken.
Ride a zamboni.
Hanglide.
Bungee jump.
Catch fireflies.
Tan topless.
Try weird exotic foods. Order from a foreign menu without asking for translation.
Learn to play another instrument. The harp, maybe.
Buy a ridiculous pair of slutty leather pants and spike heels.
Learn to belly dance.
Hear the Dalai Lama speak.
Spend a week alone in some remote place.
Stand near a freeway and hold a sign.
Steal something.
Go to a rowdy protest.
Drop acid.
Learn to juggle.
Scuba dive.
Attend a church service in Harlem.
Go to an opera.
Cook a souffle.
Fly a helicopter.
Host a lavish dinner party.
Crash a lavish dinner party.
Finish a Rubix cube.
Go to Woodstock.
Save someone's life.
Learn to tango or salsa or swing dance.
Go someplace holy.
Learn to backflip.
Ride an elephant.
Be in a studio audience.
Meet my hero.
Kiss the Blarney stone.
Ride a bull.
Attend a masquerade ball.
See every movie on AFI's list.
See the Aurora Borealis.
Send a letter in a bottle.
Take a road trip with no set destination.
Learn everything there is to know about something obscure and useless.
Mouth off to a cop, or flirt my way out of a ticket.
Undergo sensory deprivation.
Write something in wet cement.
Next day:
Something else I need to add: I want to learn to do a perfect Don Corleone impression. ("I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse...")
Now, tell me something you want to do before you die.
Live in New York City.
Go on a world tour.
Do karaoke. (Shut up. For me, this is a huge thing. I think I'm going to have to be drunk to the point of alcohol poisoning...but I'm going to do it someday, dammit.)
Write a novel, publishing it or not.
Train a guide dog puppy.
Buy a convertible.
Dance at Carnivale in Brazil.
Eat at a five-star restaurant, and stay in a five-star hotel.
Have a set of vanity photographs taken.
Ride a zamboni.
Hanglide.
Bungee jump.
Catch fireflies.
Tan topless.
Try weird exotic foods. Order from a foreign menu without asking for translation.
Learn to play another instrument. The harp, maybe.
Buy a ridiculous pair of slutty leather pants and spike heels.
Learn to belly dance.
Hear the Dalai Lama speak.
Spend a week alone in some remote place.
Stand near a freeway and hold a sign.
Steal something.
Go to a rowdy protest.
Drop acid.
Learn to juggle.
Scuba dive.
Attend a church service in Harlem.
Go to an opera.
Cook a souffle.
Fly a helicopter.
Host a lavish dinner party.
Crash a lavish dinner party.
Finish a Rubix cube.
Go to Woodstock.
Save someone's life.
Learn to tango or salsa or swing dance.
Go someplace holy.
Learn to backflip.
Ride an elephant.
Be in a studio audience.
Meet my hero.
Kiss the Blarney stone.
Ride a bull.
Attend a masquerade ball.
See every movie on AFI's list.
See the Aurora Borealis.
Send a letter in a bottle.
Take a road trip with no set destination.
Learn everything there is to know about something obscure and useless.
Mouth off to a cop, or flirt my way out of a ticket.
Undergo sensory deprivation.
Write something in wet cement.
Next day:
Something else I need to add: I want to learn to do a perfect Don Corleone impression. ("I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse...")
Now, tell me something you want to do before you die.