25 by 25: Completion

Today is my 25th birthday. I would like to report that I completed by 25 by 25 list.  Here is a post giving evidence to that fact.

A few reminders about this: not everything happened in the last year.  This list is half a bucket list for my 24th year, half a bucket list for my first quarter-century of life.  Additionally, the list changed a little throughout the year, especially in the last six months as it became apparent that some things would be impossible.  I never replaced a task with something I had already done, so I think that’s legal.

1. Go streaking

This happened senior year of high school.  We were having a senior marching band girls sleepover.  We may or may not have wound up naked on the marching band field, performing our show (singing, no instruments).

The singular almost-proof picture

The singular almost-proof picture

 

2. Go skinny dipping

Eh, this one is almost a freebie.  This has happened a couple of times.  I’m convinced it’s inevitable when you spend large amounts of time next to and on a lake.

 

3. See Pacific ocean

When I wrote this list, I was in a job I didn’t like and I intended to stay in that job until the summer, quit, take a month long road trip that would involve a train to Seattle, a leg down the coast, and coming back up Route 66.  That was how I was going to see the Pacific ocean.  Instead, in October, I quit my job.  A week or two into unemployment, I had a new offer, so I took an impulse trip to visit my friend Gwen in Vancouver in my remaining unemployed time.  Vancouver happens to be on the West coast.

Not the ocean, but from the same trip

Not the ocean, but from the same trip

Recently, my dad informed me that I had already seen the Pacific ocean on a vacation we took when I was in 4th grade.

 

4. Take a road trip

In a desperate attempt to cram everything in prior to today given a lack of time off, I decided to make Labor Day weekend a Road Trip weekend.  My dad came with me, and it was awesome.  We went out to the Badlands and Rushmore and the Black Hills.

In the Badlands

In the Badlands

 

5. Get a cat

I guess I had two cats when I wrote this list, but one of them was very new to me.  And the other one is my heart cat.

Seriously, how can you resist?

Seriously, how can you resist?

 

6. Lose the v card

Check! (2010, for those who question whether it was a this-year goal.)

 

7. Learn to wakeboard

Wakeboarding is my absolute favorite thing to do in the world.  There is no way it could not be on this list.

Tearing it up

Tearing it up

 

8. Learn to drive

Yeah, I did that.  I just remember the whole process being painful.  Explicitly, I remember driving to the lake with the whole family in the car one night in the pouring rain and having a stubborn match with the parental whose side of the family is known for stubbornness.  First, I wanted to quit and the parental wanted me to keep going.  Then eventually with much yelling and crying and stuff, the parental wanted me to quit and I wanted to keep going.  I don’t really remember the details.  I just remember being relieved when I was switched out of the driver’s seat.  Plus, like, I learned to drive, so water under the bridge, you know?

Me and Ted, my car

Me and Ted, my car

 

9. Go to casino

I went to the casino in like late winter/early spring, and I came back with a return of 110%.  How?  I played a slot machine until I won, no matter how small, and quit.  It was great.  I won like a buck on the ten I put in.

Winnings voucher!

Winnings voucher!

 

10. Go to valley fair

Valley Fair is the Six Flags of Minnesota, since apparently it is not cool enough to have its own Six Flags like every other part of the country.  I went with my friend Emily this summer.  It was fine and stuff.  Average theme park.

Cats should be allowed at theme parks.

 

11. Go to concert

Prior to this year, I had never been to a non-classical concert.  My friend Jen and I went to see The Backstreet Boys.  Which always should have been my first concert.  Just maybe 12-14 years ago.

We were instructed to "Scream like you're 15 again!"

We were instructed to “Scream like you’re 15 again!”

 

12. Make french silk pie

My friend Brian and I made a french silk pie when I visited him in March(?).  It was disgusting.  I will never be using that recipe ever again.

All pie except that pie. That pie we made was gross.

 

13. Go berry picking, make jam

This was a thing I did right before my 24th birthday, so it practically counted, right?

Yummy yummy

Yummy yummy

 

14. Buzz head

Again, technically I did this just before my 24th birthday, but my 24th year involved actually living with that buzzed head and all the growing out phases following that.

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15. Go to (college) homecoming

My first year out of undergrad, I missed it so badly that it was too painful to go back to campus until the spring, and even then, the few times I did go down there, I mostly met up with friends in town rather than actually hang around campus.  So for my 25 by 25, I made it a goal to go to the formal Homecoming Weekend.  It was a lot of fun.  I enjoyed being on campus in a new, graduated adult role.

Um Ya Ya!

Um Ya Ya!

 

16. Go to Mount Rushmore

This happened on my road trip with my dad.  Admittedly, it determined the location goal of said road trip.  Anyway, Rushmore’s pretty cool.

Four heads?  I think it needs a fifth.

Four heads? I think it needs a fifth.

 

17. Get published

I have been published twice.

Once, in middle school, I submitted an article about a friend of mine for New Moon magazine’s (link: https://www.newmoon.com/magazine/) Beautiful Girls issue.  It was selected.  This has been a huge embarrassment both then and ever since because 1) they did not keep a single word of what I actually wrote and 2) I was soooo crushing on this friend and had no idea, but I knew then that it wasn’t normal, so it was weird then, and it’s weird now because it’s one of my cringe-worthy early gayball stories.

The second time I was published was in the Electronic Journal of Linear Algebra.  You can read (or try to, anyway) that article here:

MY MATHEMATICAL CONTRIBUTION TO THE WORLD

 So FYI, I am a published mathematician.  For now and forever.

 

18. Finish quilt

I finished my t-shirt quilt in junior(?) year of college.  It was a huge endeavor.  It took me many years.  I am very proud of it.  Somehow, despite the 42 squares on this quilt, I still have too many t-shirts.

No bed has these proportions

No bed has these proportions

 

19. Play ukelele

I bought a ukelele this year and learned to play it.  I love it.  I have tried to have skype jam sessions with two people now.  Those are less successful than the ukelele in general.

Ukelele involves singing. Cats are not invited.

 

20. Wildcard – anything you’ve never done before

I have no idea what I intended for this.  Here are some things I did for the first time this year: go to a Dakota, take ownership for a database, join Instagram, tweet, run a 5K without walking, buy a bridesmaid’s dress, use a 3D printer, hire a house-sitter, and break a bone.

Radial neck fracture.  And a busted up face.

Radial neck fracture. And a busted up face.

 

21. Visit Megan

I visited Megan on a whim in April and then again this summer after her surgery.  Both times we got Brahm’s.  I have concluded that the presence of Brahm’s is Texas’s greatest redeeming factor.

Brahm's, bitches

Brahm’s, bitches

 

22. Go to Europe

Did this prior to this year.  I went to London in high school with band, and then studied abroad in Budapest in college.  I also visited Prague and Amsterdam on the study abroad trip.

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23. Do a shot

I had never done a shot prior to this year.  DO NOT MOCK ME.  There is nothing wrong with not being stupid.  Anyway, I had some purple thing the same night I went to the casino with Jen.  It was fine.  Nobody died.  I see no reason to avoid or repeat the experience.

This is what I drank.

This is what I drank.

 

24. Make a real live used webpage

I think this was a late addition, because that job I started in November was doing web development.  And I wanted to be useful enough on the team that I was actually developing web stuff.  My first application got released sometime this spring.  Unfortunately, it is behind a login that y’all don’t have access to, so I can’t show it off.

Workin’ hard. Look at that 25-year-old maturity.

 

25. Ride a motorcycle

My friend Jen (boy, she was quite the accomplice for this list) said she would take me on her motorcycle.  It was terrifying.  And exciting.  Mostly terrifying.  I think I prefer jet skis — same effect, lower risks.

Riding into year 25!

Riding into year 25!

25 by 25

Shortly after I turned 24, a friend of mine asked me about my “25 by 25” list.  According to her, this is a list of things for your 24th year — 25 things you want to do before you hit 25.

Okay, I said.  Except that my list might not be entirely things for this year.  I kind of see it as half things I want to do this year, half bucket list for my first quarter century of life.  Some of it is stuff I’ve done and I’m proud of.  Some of it is just stuff I want to try.  Some of it, admittedly, is sort of on my to-do list (the fun part of the to-do list, though!).  Some of it is stuff I’m a little late to the game on.

Anyway, here’s my list:

    1. Go streaking
    2. Go skinny dipping
    3. See Pacific ocean
    4. Take a road trip
    5. Get a cat
    6. Lose the v card
    7. Learn to wakeboard
    8. Learn to drive
    9. Go to casino
    10. Go to valley fair
    11. Go to concert
    12. Make french silk pie
    13. Go berry picking, make jam
    14. Buzz head
    15. Go to a school dance
    16. Go to Mt. Rushmore
    17. Go to the trampoline place
    18. Finish a quilt
    19. Learn to play ukulele
    20. Visit Eric
    21. Visit Megan
    22. Go to Europe
    23. Do a shot
    24. Make a real live used webpage
    25. Ride a motorcycle

6 months to go.

How to Live Your Dreams

I still haven’t figured out what I want to be when I grow up.  I have, however, stopped saying “if I grow up,” because this whole growing up thing feels pretty inevitable — no matter how much I protest, it’s happening.

 

This is concerning because I’m starting school again, for my MLIS.  (That’s a library degree you guys.  And based on my first two assignments alone, I am willing to bet you have no idea – like I had no idea a few days ago – how totally complicated libraries and the realm of information are.)  I love school.  I’m pretty dang sure I want this degree.  …I haven’t exactly figured out what I want to do with it, though.  I need a specialty, an area of concentration, and then a plan based on that.  And likely, to wait for somebody to die for a job to open up.

 

Here are some things I know I do want:

  • a cat in June.  That is so happening.
  • to stay in Minnesota for the foreseeable future
  • to continue to write a superior blog to my sister’s
  • my siblings to see their dreams realized

 

I have no idea what this last point means for Eric, but for Megan, it should be very entertaining.

 

For a very long time, Megan wanted to be a dalmatian when she grew up.

For a very long time, Megan wanted to be a dalmatian when she grew up.

Why I Tolerate the Internet

I know, I know, that’s an awfully presumptuous title for a blog post.

But seriously, sometimes the internet gets to me.  I mean, it’s kind of daunting how quickly it’s completely overthrown everything.

Other times, however, — ok, fine: most times — I am rather fond of the internet.

Here are some of my favorite things from the internet this week:

You guys.  I love lyric videos.  It’s kind of like the grown up version of those tapes we nineties kids had that let you follow along in a book by chiming at the end of each page.  Also, Tegan and Sara.

…lesbian transition…

Do y’all know about everyoneisgay.com?  Because if you are a young person or a person that regularly interacts with young people or just a person that enjoys other funny people, you should.  Also, this*:

*You guys, the internet is not cooperating with me this morning. I’ve spent almost an hour trying to get that video to start at 3:52, and my code is totally absolutely correct. Somebody’s API is messed up. Anyway, the second half is the part I think is hilarious.

That initial answer, about the cats getting along — all around stellar.  And possibly so, so true.

Finally, there’s this blog post from my sister, that I didn’t see for a few days:

A Note From Megan

So, you know, the internet is sometimes a-okay.

How To Get A Good Night’s Sleep

Earlier this week, my sister texted me in her sleep:

Do we even have thi? I will thing aboug the thoigh.r

I love stuff like this. Probably because I have a very wobbly line between sleeping and wakefulness. I don’t know that I’ve ever texted anybody in my sleep, but back when absolutely everybody had that same Nokia phone:

Remember when everybody had this phone?

Remember when everybody had this phone?

 

I definitely had a few conversations in my sleep.

I talk in my sleep with some regularity. A few times, I have had roommates who refuse to tell me what I’ve said in my sleep, which is always disconcerting.

It’s been said that you can ask me if I am asleep, and I will confirm that I indeed am. According to my family, I once fell asleep in front of the tv and went upstairs to bed. The next morning, I had no recollection of this and my biggest question was, “Who took my contacts out?” Pretty sure if you can poke your eyeballs and stay asleep, you’re truly out.

Why I’m Here

Me, in an email to my sister, Megan:

Did you know there are NO ANTELOPE in the Americas, despite that stupid song about this being “where the deer and the [fucking] antelope play”??!  What is it about this country that makes us want to teach our children everything wrong at a young age?

P.S.  There are pronghorns though, but they are not antelopes.

P.P.S.  If you google “where the deer and the antelope play,” Google tries to suggest you search for “where the deer and the cantaloupe play.”

P.P.P.S.  If you did have an antelope, and you cut off its legs, it would be an antelop.

P.P.P.P.S.  You are welcome for such wonderful blog material.

My sister, in response:

Maybe you should write your own blog, because this is pretty much golden.  I would read it every day and comment on all of your posts about how brilliant you are.  I’m serious.  I know you still think I’m being sarcastic when I say I’m serious but I’m really serious and I don’t know how to convey it to you because I’m usually sarcastic so I guess you’re just going to have to believe me that I would like your blog.