Oh to be a Bumbershoot

I wish I was a bumbershoot. What word in the whole world is better than "bumbershoot?" You're right, there isn't one. What a nice life would it be? Here is a picture of a bumbershoot.

Sure, you'd be getting rained on all the time, but that's what you'd be made for. Made to withstand it. Every time your life purpose was put to the test, you'd come out on top: Yup, still waterproof.

What do superheroes do? Protect people. So do bumbershoots.

22

Well, I'm 22. Fun year, huh? Here are 22 things I will do this year:

1 learn how to whistle

2 go on a roadtrip

3 better my poor guitar abilities

4 paint a painting to hang in my room

5 do something spontaneous

6 buy a clarinet and relearn how to play it

7 run a half marathon

8 read Harry Potter 1 in french

9 get myself into a consistent sleep cycle

10 go through all my stuff and throw out at least 4 trashbags full

11 write a short story

12 finish Emma and read Jane Eyre (said I've never read this, huh?) And a Charles Dickens (any suggestions?)

13 go camping. go fishing.

14 wake up an hour earlier each day

15 start volunteering somewhere

16 read the Lord of the Rings ( don't judge for never having read these either..)

17 marry Andrew Belle

18 grow an inch taller

19 learn how to turn into a tiger on command

20 master the patronus charm

21 keep my room clean for at least 2 weeks straight

22 play with Joshua Bell in concert and dance with Ballet West

Yes, I know 17-22 are imposssible, but it was getting hard at the end. If you catch me procrastinating, which I am wont to do, you can hit me.