• Put pants on.
• Sing Paula Cole’s “I don’t want to wait” very loudly and obnoxiously while putting on these said pants.
• Feed the dogs, horses, stupid cats and then rummage through the cereal cabinet for my meal of glory. 
• Mail off letters, packages, gifts and amazeballness.
• Buy a scrapbook (it’s my aunt & uncles 25th anniversary, so i’m giving them 25 pictures in a hipesteresque looking scrapbook and paste my face throughout it. Because i’m that great of a niece).
• Buy film.
• Waste it on Rufio.
• Text somebody on how I wasted it on Rufio.
• Riot.
• Order more prints.
• Enter three Photo Contests.
• Bitch about the entry fee.
• Pay it anyways.
• Renew my Flickr account.
• Bitch about the fee.
• Pay it anyways.
• Riot.
• Blog.
• Eat Cereal.
• Watch Harry Potter.

I want to be swept off my feet, be a hopeless romantic and snuggle up on a couch together watching black & white movies. I want to be so disgustingly sappy that I make Hallmark jealous of my moments. 

My chip on my shoulder has been surgically removed, the ice thats been crystallized around my blood has started to catch up with global warming and begin to liquify. My God, I think I might actually have feelings.