One Saturday

I ate a BYU brownie. 
I walked campus in wedged sandals. 
I cleaned my bathroom to the sweet sound of Owl City.
And I aspired to be as clever as Shawn Spencer.


(That Saturday was today.)


Some Saturday:
I will eat a brownie from NYC's finest bakery. 
I will take a stroll to the Juilliard practice rooms, possibly in more sensible shoes. 
I will clean my small apartment to the sound of Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms. 
And I will aspire to be as clever as Shawn Spencer. 


(That's if I choose the dream of insane music study.)


Or, some Saturday:
I will make my own brownies with Mom's recipe.
I will walk around the block, probably with a stroller. 
I will clean our small apartment to the sound of jazz standards. 
And I will aspire to be as clever as Shawn Spencer. 


(That's if I get married quickly because of BYU.)


Or, some Saturday: 
I will half a brownie recipe and eat them all myself. 
I will walk the halls of whatever high school employs me in tall heels, so as to command respect. 
I will clean my house to the sound of calculus rap. 
And I will aspire to be as clever as Shawn Spencer.


(That's if I become a high school math teacher.)
(I won't really listen to calculus rap. Gross.)

Just trying to keep my options open and my priorities straight. How'm I doing?

PS: Sorry for the abundance of self-portraits. These things do happen.

PPS: 10 points to whoever names the movie for "These things do happen!"