These are the things I can do:
1) Read music well, sight read, sight sing, compose music
2) Play the alto saxophone
3) Run 3 miles at a time
4) Sit in lotus and meditate
5) Run a Western Blot
6) Isolate stem cells from human fat tissue
7) Grow embryonic cells, mammary cells, and blood cells
8) Conduct chemical reactions
9) Use Excel
10)Talk to my boss
11) Write a resume
12) Toss flags in the air
13) Text quickly on my phone
14) Read Italian literature
15) Read Italian historical fiction
16) Write Italian essays, journals and stories for children
17) Converse in Italian
18) Write 40 page lab reports
19) Make friends
20) Spend money
21)Write thank you notes
22) Learn the lyrics to all the songs on the radio
23) After Thanksgiving shop
24) Bargain hunt
25) Create a fashionable outfit for someone who is a size 4
26) Create a flattering outfit for myself
27) Fix computers
28) Use the internet to learn new things about people I know
29) Read scientific articles
30) Organize summer camps for children
31) Talk to businesses and sell my product
32) Quote some of the worst movies on this Earth that also happen to be my favorites: Bring It On, Ever After, Legally Blonde, A Knight's Tale, Fight Club, Star Trek, etc.
33) Sing any song perfectly from the following musicals: West Side Story, Cinderella, Peter Pan, Avenue Q, Spelling Bee, Chicago, Cabaret, Baby, Into the Woods, Bye Bye Birdie, Wicked, Next to Normal, Spring Awakening, ...etc.
Not that impressive. Where is "Climb K2," "Star in a Broadway show," "Live in Italy," and "Publish a scientific paper?" Better get on that...
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
"Click Click Saddle Up, See You On The Moon Then"
All of these people know what they're doing, they really really do. I really really do not. Do not do not do not.
Do not ask me a question; I don't know the answer.
Why do I keep pretending?
Who is it really for at this point? I just feel like a liar. A liar who will inevitably fail and it is all her damn fault.
ha, boytoy, I wish!
Do not ask me a question; I don't know the answer.
Why do I keep pretending?
Who is it really for at this point? I just feel like a liar. A liar who will inevitably fail and it is all her damn fault.
ha, boytoy, I wish!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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