Catch ya later, mates!

I'm leaving for Melbourne, Australia in less than a month! Hopefully I'll knock out a few items on the Bucket List while I'm down under. In the meantime, check out my new blog - audrey-wont-die-in-oz.blogspot.com.

Riding a Motorcycle - Did It!

[Apologies for the 2 month lag. I was kidnapped by trolls. At least I can cross “hanging out with trolls” off my list now.]

First things first: note that this is different from driving a motorcycle, and definitely different than obtaining a license, driving, and owning my own motorcycle.

Look, ma, no hands!

But, it was still a good start. I found out that I don’t like to change direction. I felt like we were nearly parallel with the road at every slight turn. Maybe it’s because I love speed. Or maybe 5 mph feels fast when your hair is whipping in the wind. Either way, I rode a motorcycle and survived.

Harry Potter 7 Opening Night - Did It!

SPOILER ALERT!!!

Mad dash for the door. Or not: "Oh my God the movie was soooo good! Let's go see it again at 3:15!"

My top seven favorite things about the midnight showing of Harry Potter 7:

What is that mysterious ticking noise?

7. The freshman at my school named Harry Potter (facebook him, it's true).

6. My Harry Potter look alike (see photo above).

5. Harry and Hermione's awkward dance.

4. Dobby

3. Luna Lovegood

2. Harry Potter themed parties, complete with butterbeer, snitches, and the Whomping Willow (see below).

Yes, these are my friends. Jealous?

And the best part of HP7. Drumroll please...

1. Watching the boys' reactions to Hermione's nearly naked scene.

Boston Celtics - Did It!

Shaq, you don't look so big from way up here. I'll take you on.

“Anyone have a tissue?” –Zach. So we were in the nosebleeds. And the Celtics drove a steamroller over the Wizards. Nonetheless, I had a great time. Boston is such an awesome place to be for sports fanatics (or pretend sports fans, though I did find a green shirt to attempt to blend in), and TD Garden was the jam. The only complaint I have is finding out that KG is in fact more douche than nice guy.

Meet God - Adding to THE LIST

About once every two weeks, I think seriously about death. Don’t take this the wrong way – I am not depressed, as Health Services seems to think every college student is, nor do I have a morbid obsession with dying. But I do think it’s fair that if I actually plan on completing everything on this Bucket List (as I most definitely do), then it’s probably a good idea for me to get comfortable with the idea.

I have so many questions: Is there life after death? Is it going to happen to me? Am I going to come back as an ugly mosquito?

Since none of my friends seem to be able to provide me with any useful information on the subject, I’ve come up with a better solution – I am going to ask God, assuming that He exists (I’m referring to God as a male for now, but don’t worry feminists, half the time He is a She in my head). I’m imagining the convo will go a little like this:

Audrey: Hey God! It’s about time we met. Where have you been hiding?

God: My little lamb Audrey, I am with you all the time.

A: Dude, it’s just you and me now. You can cut the quotes, I know the Book.

G: Whew! It gets boring repeating these things.

A: Okay, let’s cut to the chase. What is up with this dying thing? I mean, the mystery around it – is it really necessary? It’s like the suspense in a horror film. Honestly, I think it’s getting too much hype.

G: …

A: What? Now that you can’t quote from the Book, you don’t have anything insightful to say?

Okay, so when this much-anticipated encounter does happen, I hope that I’ll realize that God has a bit more power than I’m giving him credit for, so I should probably cut the sass down just a bit.

[Dear God, I know you know I am joking, so please play along and don’t strike me with lightning tonight. Love, your humble servant, Audrey.]