Day 29: Aspire

So I have one more day left to go after this.

Aspire is to dream. I could go on and on about this.

To get married in the temple.

To get a four point oh!

To sell one of my songs.

To go to all the dances in high school.

To be a senior missionary with my husband.

To escape from the retirement homes by being in a different country every year.

Go to New York.

To get more then seven stalkers.

To get the newspaper article about 'Mattress.'

To eat homemade spaghetti.

To have perfect cursive.

To audition for Miss P.G, Utah County, Utah, America or World.

To look good in pink.

To get a flower on Valentines Day from someone who didn't sign their name.

To work with Shelley in every single one of his productions during my three years.

To go to a ball dressed as a princess.

To paint my room red and gold.

To paint my door splatter paint.

To work at a 'haunted house.'

To play the piano correctly.

To find my sight reading binder.

To find more people who do what they say when they say they'll do what they said they'll do.

(Did that make sense?)

To audition for President just so say I did.

To own red shiny shoes.

To save a life.

To own a red long chord telephone that is attached to my wall.

To be on Broadway and Hollywood for a day.

(At least!)

To not get sick when I eat meat.

To do a grande jete with perfect splits.

To be on Dancing with the Stars.

To get a ballroom dance partner.

To be not annoying to people who have no imagination.

To meet Shakespeare.

To get my Patriarchal Blessing.

To hug David Archuleta to see if he smells good.

To have a steady job.

To go to Julliard.

Or some other arts school.

Preferably Julliard.

I really want to go to Julliard.

To sing "Do You Hear the People Sing" and get everyone singing when we are in a public meeting with a person of high governmental authority about to speak so they know what they are getting into.

To have a vehical when I am sixteen.

Go to Julliard.

Eat Key-lime pie.

Have kids that will paint our white mail box different colors.

To know what my favorite temple is.

To stop this post for whoever is still reading is probably bored to tears.

 

Here's a tissue to stop your tears.