The Color Blue

As many of you may already know, Paul Newman died. And I will admit that I am not all too familiar with his large body of work. And I will even admit that I thought he was already dead. But the fact that he was actually alive when I thought he was dead, and now learning that he is really actually confirmedly dead, makes me sad.

1) Because he had blue eyes.

2) Because he is the most gorgeous guy that has ever lived.

3) Because he founded Newman's Own.

..among other, more serious reasons.

And celebrity deaths hit me especially hard because it means I will never hear about them on E! news again and they will never grace the cover of People Magazine again and the comeback movie which was supposed to culminate in an Academy Award is probably not going to materialize now.

And death in general brings me down because of the finality of it all. Once somebody dies, everything they know dies with them. They will never get another chance to learn something new, (like the fact that Hannah Montana's new 20 year old boyfriend used to be an underwear model), or see something great, (like pictures of Hannah Montana's new 20 year old boyfriend modeling underwear), or watch the new season of Desperate Housewives.

So in order to make the most of my life while I am still alive, I have compiled a list of things I would like to do before I die. They are as follows, in a very particular order.

Figure out how to do a backflip.
Learn French or German or Japanese.
Live in a foreign city for at least 6 months.
Capture London Preppy (or at least spot him in the wild).
Learn how to play the guitar.
Relearn how to play the piano.
Sing in public.
Date a guy named Danny or Jake.
Date a guy name Channing Tatum.
Date a guy period.
Achieve financial security through marriage.

And that is all for now, but this list will grow. And hopefully I will have enough time to get it all done.