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My life is fun. 

This is my university president. 

I'm the lion. 

Enjoy.

"there is no greatness without a passion to be great"

welcome to my love. my passion.

i'm one of the lucky ones.

"never give up going after your dreams. where there is love and inspiration you can't go wrong"



the list: #115 write yourself a letter...

 I have to explain something very important about me.

I'm in love;
My heart is taken...
by books.

 You've heard it before, mainly by the sixty-year-old English teachers with that distinctive old lady smell, thin cat eye frame glasses, and wildly colorful cardigans who babble on about Shakespeare or Dickens, or the quiet girls who keep to themselves and sit in the back of the class because they're that shy, or Belle. I feel I fall into the Belle category.

I'm a 21 year old normal college student. I listen to Lil Wayne. I go out on the weekends. I watch How I Met Your Mother. I laugh at fart jokes. And I love books.
deeply. thoroughly. maddeningly.

Ever since I was little I've devoured their words and soaked up every lesson they had to teach me.

Charlotte Doyle taught me bravery. Harriet taught me to be a snoop. Hermoine taught me it's alright to be smart. Fitzwilliam taught me about the type of love I deserve. Laura taught me the importance of family. Stargirl taught me it's better to be you. Tally Youngblood, Max, Madeline Beck, the BFG, all took me to far away places, away from my own troubles.

I tell you this just so you'll get an idea of how incredibly cool this one on the bucket list is for me.

While I was on one of my pointless procrastination searches online I stumbled upon a little gem in Esquire magazine about bucket lists. Now, usually I don't use the internet as a source for my bucket list because all of them seem to be the same rewritten ideas framed as if they were spectacularly original like traveling the world or going skydiving.

Esquire got creative.
Kudos to you Mr. Kangaroo.

"Write yourself a letter in a book and look for it twenty years later"

I thought this could go one of two ways.
Option one: Go to good old Barnes and Noble and write the letter in a book there. That means I would have to try and track down one specific book that could be who knows where and find myself in the plot of Definitely, Maybe where fate steps in to find, out of the millions of books in the world, just the one I'm looking for.
The second choice was to go to a library, write it in a book there, come back and rely on the Dewey Decimal System.
Number two won out of common sense.

I went to the library in my hometown where the torrid love affair began and wrote in my favorite book. And yes, I did actually write IN the book. Defacing public property.... check.

I can't even remember what I wrote but I'm excited to go back in twenty years and be able to look back and see where my own book, my own story, my journey has taken me.