Thirty.

30 Things I Want To Do Before I'm 30.

1.Visit Scotland
2.Backpack across Europe with a few close friends.
3. Write and Publish a book. [Ideally the one I'm currently working on.]
4. Meet John Green
5. Go to New York City with the soul purpose being to see numerous
Broadway Shows.
6. Go on a spur of the moment road trip.
7. Learn to play the guitar. Well.
8. Live in London, England for at least 6 months.
9. Be an extra in a movie/TV show.
10. Learn to speak fluent Spanish.
11. Become an Ordained Minister and preform a marriage ceremony for
people I love.
12. Win something.
13. Stand on the border between 2 countries.
14. Ride in a gondola in Venice
15. Celebrate New Years in Times Square.
16. See the Northern Lights.
17. Own a Hybrid.
18. Go on a Cruise.
19. Build a Bear @ Build a Bear.
20. Have a song written for, about, to or with me.
21. Go Green & become more environmentally conscious.
22. Have a massive book collection.
23. Buy a 35 mm camera.
24. Design and sell a T-Shirt.
25. Spend St. Patrick's Day in Ireland.
26. Go to Vegas.
27. Donate a nice amount of money to a charity.
28. Visit Ground Zero.
29. Ride in the London Eye.
30. Write a letter to ten people who have had a positive impact
in my life.

This of course doesn't include the part where I fall in love/get married.
But I can't really put a time line on those things, they happen when they happen.
I might add more as time goes on and I start to complete things.
Wish me luck.

I'll be seeing ya.

Introductions are overrated, but necessary.

Wow. It's been a seriously long time since I was last on here. I'm not even sure why I'm on here now. Why I suddenly think my life has somehow gotten more interesting in the last 7 months. It hasn't, if anything it's gotten less interesting. Oh well, guess we'll just see where it goes.

Like I said not much has happened in the last 7 months, not that my last blog even let you know that anything was going on to begin with. So let me start from the beginning.

My name's Victoria Kathlene and I've lived in the same small town my entire existence. I spent my entire high school career around the same people. I was good at school. I got decent grades and had an active social life. I was a serious choir nerd and had a fairly close nit group of friends. My high school was one of those schools where instead of Jocks and Cheerleaders being popular, it was our Theater kids that were looked up to. [Admittedly that may be because our sports team sucked. Meanwhile our theater department was nationally recognized for it's broadwayesque shows.] I loved high school so of course I figured I'd love College even more. I was supposed to excel and be active. I was going to write papers in the court yard and go to rallies for the 2008 elections. I was going to join a sorority and go to frat parties. I was going to have the whole College experience. I was fairly wrong.

Something happened when I went to college. My completely scheduled life, the one where I was a slave to my mother and the school bell, ceased to exist. I had this freedom I hadn't had before. Classes were optional and since I lived on campus I could socialize whenever I wanted. So, like a normal girl who had been uptight for most of her life, I wasn't the most dedicated student. I did however accomplish 2 things on my list. I joined a sorority & attended rallies, often. I made memories and have stories to tell. Like I can tell you exactly where I was when they announced that Barack Obama was President....not that it was a long time ago or anything but still that was kind of a big deal. I can also tell you exactly how to sneak unauthorized products into my school's dorms.

Anyway, long story short. [Well as short as my constant rambling will allow] I am now on academic suspension. Meaning I cannot attend my current college for at least 1 semester. I know. I did it to myself, but it still SUCKS. Also, like a normal ashamed and cowardly girl, I have yet to tell my mother. But no worries, I kind of have a plan. I'll just go to community college for a few semesters, get my grades back up and then go back to University. Pray it works out, because I dread to see what the alternative is.

Now it's summer and I've been looking for a job for 2 months now. You know what I've come up with. Nothing. Nothing's hiring, well no where I have any desire to work anyway. I know, I know beggars can't be choosers. But I REALLY don't want to work at Walmart. My sarcasm couldn't take it. Also, I'm not being completely unproductive. My best friend and I are currently [seriously attempting] to write a novel. At this point we might actually be going somewhere with it too. I'm kind of really, really, really excited about it.

Well, I think I'm going to call it a night.

I'll be seeing ya.