Four Movies That Should Have Sequels and Four That Shouldn’t

“The only reason I would write a sequel is if I were struck by an idea that I felt to be equal to the original. Too many sequels diminish the original.”

–  Dean Koontz


My post today is straightforward: first I’ll list four movies that I believe should get sequels. Then I’ll list four more movies that are getting sequels but shouldn’t. Enjoy!


Four Movies That Should Get Sequels:

1.  The National Treasure Franchise

This is one of those movie franchises where no one can figure out why a sequel hasn’t been done yet. Maybe not every single person thinks the films are amazing, but enough people thought National Treasure 2 was good to earn it nearly half a billion dollars when it opened. Since then, though, it’s dropped off the face of the Earth. Why? Last I’d heard, Jerry Bruckheimer announced back in 2010 that a script for the movie was finished. Justin Bartha has had time to make the entire Hangover trilogy since the last National Treasure movie. Get going, guys!

2.  The Chronicles of Narnia movies

I get that people either love or hate this series, but I personally love it. I’ve read the books countless times, but this is one of the few cases where I’ve enjoyed every movie better than the novel. I think the team behind this franchise is genius, and Prince Caspian is still one of my favorite movies.

So, what’s the hold-up?

Well, there’s an entire mess of paperwork that has since gotten in the way, and essentially, no studio is allowed to make another Narnia film until 2018. By then the kid actors will most likely be way too old to play their parts in any future films. Which is really annoying, because I don’t think any reboot could top these adaptions.

 3. The Taken series

I know, I know, every character in this series has already been taken at some point or another, and by now there’s literally no one left to kidnap. I know that Taken 2 just barely got by, scraping on the untapped elements of the first movie, and by now there’s really nothing left to do with the franchise. I understand and agree with all of that.

My argument?

Liam. Neeson.

If Apple is so smart, why haven't they made him the voice of SIRI yet?

If Apple is so smart, why haven’t they made him the voice of SIRI yet?


 4.  Super 8

Ah, you knew I was going to throw in a personal choice.

I admit that this is the kind of movie where a sequel would probably ruin it. After all, everyone’s stories came to a close, the movie ended on a happy note, and it was a lot of fun. Turning it into a series would feel weird, and to be honest, I probably would be disappointed if that actually happened. But, this is my favorite movie, so I feel like I should hope for a sequel just to give J.J. Abrams a chance to wow me a second time.


Four Movies That Shouldn’t Get Sequels (But they are anyway):

 1.  The Transformers series

I like to think of this series as a marathon runner who started off great, tripped and sprained their leg on the second lap, hobbled along for a bit, then recovered enough to make a passable finish. That being said, they shouldn’t be running again anytime soon.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the Transformers series overall. The first one is a great movie; the second one, not so much, but the third one is decent entertainment. That being said, I don’t see any way to properly make a fourth movie, especially one that dumps the entire human cast. Stay back, producers! Unfortunately, said film already has a release date of June 27, 2014, one year from today.

What’s more unfortunate is that I’ll probably end up seeing it anyway.

2.  Inception

To address the obvious first: Inception is an awesome movie. The concept of breaking into subconscious worlds through dreams is a great one, and the emotions coupled with the action scenes make this an unforgettable film. I love the actors, the story, the twists, and the dynamic bits, even if the whole thing is almost three hours long.

But, let’s be honest. How in the world would Christopher Nolan pull off a sequel that’s better than, or even as good as, this movie? It finishes up all of its subplots, literally ending at the beginning of the story. It’s a closed loop.

So, I don’t know why the entire cast has signed on for sequels. But, luckily it’s in the planning stages, so maybe Nolan will do the smart thing (which he’s good at when it comes to filmmaking) and let this brilliance stay put.

 3.  The Pirates of the Caribbean series

I’ve probably never loved a series this much and wanted so desperately for it to end. Originally, The Curse of the Black Pearl was supposed to be a standalone film, and it worked out well that way. Then the production team decided to make not one but two more sequels.

And guess what? I loved those just as much! In fact, I’ll be so bold as to say the third film is the best (then the first, then the second). They’re all great. By the end of this trilogy, the story truly was finished, tied up in a neat, humorous, heartwarming little bow.

Then On Stranger Tides happened.

I try to keep meanness off my blog, so I won’t get into the fourth PotC movie, but suffice it to say this ruined the series for me. Please, producers: I barely escaped with my life from your fourth movie…don’t finish off the fans with a fifth. I admire Johnny Depp enough to see practically anything he’s in, so don’t trap me!

4.  The Final Destination movies

You’re supposed to write about what you know. Which means I’m not going to go on too long here, because I haven’t seen any of these movies. But just on principle, I don’t think there should be any sequels to this five-film series, even though there are two back-to-back ones in the works.

I’ll let the Philosoraptor meme explain why:

(I didn't make this meme, though I wish I had)

(I didn’t make this meme, though I wish I had)

It’s a good point.

On Writing: The Feedback Dilemma

“It is hard to believe that someone is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in their place. “

–  Henry Louis Mencken


Because I’ve been away from blogging a fair amount lately, I feel like I owe my readers an extra packed post. I’ll start by falling back on my old tradition in which I spout off a useless fact.

Did you know that a giraffe’s kick can decapitate a lion?

There! Now, even if the rest of this post is awful and/or you’ve closed out the browser, at least reading this far has offered some small benefit to your life. Plus, that was a nice throwback, wasn’t it? I haven’t attached a useless fact to one of my posts since November of last year.

I digress. Today I hope to outline a problem that I’d like to think the majority of writers face at some point, myself included. It’s the one super annoying thing about going to get feedback on a piece of writing you really want to improve.

Let me paint a picture: you’ve just finished a bit of writing, or even any type of artwork. (This problem can apply to all involved in the creative process; for our purposes, I’ll use the example of a novel).

So you’ve just finished writing a novel. In the back of your mind, you think it’s actually good, even if the front of your mind is screaming at you to delete it. The back of your mind is loud enough that you don’t destroy said novel; instead, you decide to look for some feedback on it. You want a handful of people to read it (or maybe just one person), then tell you what they liked about it. And, more importantly, what they didn’t like about it.

I hope everyone can relate so far, assuming you write or paint or do something with a creative medium. It should go without saying that we put faith in anything we create. If we thought it sucked to begin with, why would we bother creating it? That’s like someone making themselves French Toast for breakfast when they know that, no matter how much help they get, they’ll never be able to make edible French Toast. Somewhere in their mind, they have to believe they can be taught to make good French Toast, however long of a shot it is.

So yes, I’d like to think that when we create something, we already believe in it just a little bit.

Slowly inching towards my point: so, you create something, you think it could be good but it isn’t there yet, and you want to move it along. What do you do? Well, that’s open-ended, but I think the common answer is ‘get feedback.’

I’ll continue the question bombardment:

What is the most annoying thing about this? What irks you personally when you hand someone something you’ve made, they look it over, and they give you feedback?

Naturally there are a million different answers to that question, but I’ll tell you mine, which I think is pretty common:

Why. In the world. Can’t people. Just. Be. Honest.

Sorry that was a bit fragmented, but it’s late and I’m too tired to type in all caps. But seriously…why is it that when you write something bad and give it to someone, they refuse to tell you how awful it is, and—more importantly—how to fix it?

I call this the ‘criticism dilemma,’ and it’s the most irritating thing about letting people read things I’ve written. Because if I want you to read something of mine, it’s generally for two reasons: either I think it’s flawless and I’m showing off, or I think it has a huge problem and I need fresh eyes. 99% of the time, it’s the second option, and rest assured if it’s ever the first I’ll let you know.

One of my friends wants to be an editor, and I think she’ll be fantastic at it. Why? Because she’s helped me edit my manuscripts before, and she’s ruthless. She’ll tear up an entire page with comments, leaving scarcely any white space left. She points out concrete issues such as grammar/spelling as well as subjective ones like dialogue, phrasing and questions like, “would he/she really act this way?” She knows that I crave insults, as many as I can get, because they help me understand how to improve. I LOVE it when people criticize my writing. It lets me know they still hold me to some sort of standard.

Another one of my friends helped me get my manuscript out of its five-year gutter back in October 2012. I knew something was wrong with my book, I asked him to read the first five chapters, and bam! First, he fell prey to the criticism dilemma and told me it was “pretty decent.” Which of course is code for “egregiously putrid with a spark of potential.” I had to beg him to be honest with me before he pointed out a few things wrong with it. And then, just like that, he made one suggestion that clicked everything into place. Everything. All of my work on the manuscript for five years just fit together, finally.

Why can’t everyone be like this the first time around? Most people I know aren’t like this ANY time around. I’m very selective in who I ask to critique my writing, because I need people who aren’t afraid to tell me how awful it is.

To anyone who gets asked by an author to look over their book: please, PLEASE be honest with them. If they ask what’s wrong, tell them. If the entire thing has an icky smell, tell them that too. Most writers can work with brutal suggestions but they can’t work with useless B.S., which is all you’re giving us when you tell us our writing is “pretty good.” Believe me, it’s easy to tell.

I know, sometimes feedback is hard to formulate. But you don’t have to write a formal list of grievances out on fancy papyrus. Just be honest, no matter what. No work is ever perfect the first time around, and if you’re asked to help improve that work, you suddenly have an important job. Lying isn’t part of it. There’s a reason a writer asked YOU to look over their work, and if you answer truthfully about what’s wrong with it, maybe they’ll be able to finally figure out how to make it the best thing they’ve ever created.

Hey, it worked for me.

My Last Campout Ever

“Time goes, you say? Alas, time stays. We go.”

–  Austin Dobson


Around a year ago, I was on a trip with Boy Scouts and started dishing out my opinions on quite a few things. Mostly books and movies, but I touched on the music industry as well. By the end of the afternoon, several people told me the same thing: “Dude, you should get a blog.”

The main reason I wanted a blog, other than to give out opinions, was because words are concrete. You can write about a life experience as soon as it’s over, and that writing will always be there. I’m going to use that to my advantage tonight, because after all my writing about scout campouts, I got back yesterday from the last one I would ever attend. And I think I owe it to my friends who went with me to write a good, solid summary of it, so that they can go back to it whenever they want same as me.

Our troop goes to see the ocean every June. Last year was my first time going on this trip, and my first time ever seeing an ocean. It became my favorite trip other than the Christmas Campout, which I blogged about back in December.

So then, my last campout ever. It was awesome; in fact, I’d be willing to say it’s the best of all the scout campouts I’ve been on in the past seven years. I’ll do my usual daily breakdown, since I can assume all non-interested readers have already closed out the post.


Day 1: Friday, June 14, 2013

I was already in a good mood when I showed up at the meeting point at noon, having spent the morning hanging out with my girlfriend after going out to breakfast. Good part number one clicked into place when I was assigned the best car arrangement: me and two close friends. One of them I’ve known for four years and talk with a lot; the other is my best friend who also happens to be one of my Ideal Readers.

Anyway. The ride up was fun, mostly spent talking, arguing with each other, and programming the car’s amazing GPS—the thing was seriously magical—to take us to a McDonald’s, because we were ready to implode with hunger.

Fifteen minutes later…

“That’ll be $8.65.”


And thus, I set a new record: most money I’ve ever spent at McDonald’s.

The rest of the drive there was pretty relaxed, as was set-up. We all pitched our tents in the sand in a campsite practically next to the ocean, which made for an awesome layout. Then after we’d all changed and gotten settled, it was time for a walk down to the beach.

I’d forgotten how pretty it was.

It was relaxing hanging out on the beach and talking, though we had some interesting company in the distance. I just talked with my best friend (one of the people in the car) and another close friend (not in the car) about politics; specifically, which forms of dictatorship we would prefer to enact if we were ever in charge of the world.

You know, normal teenage stuff.

The kicker of the night, though, came when we were preparing to head off to bed. A wind came through the site (that’s pretty normal). Then our tents started getting ripped out of the ground (that isn’t).

Mine was the coolest, because it did a triple backflip and scrambled up all of my possessions like a roller coaster ride. I must say, I’ve been in scouts for seven years, and the experience of trying to secure my tent in a mini-hurricane while everything was blowing around was an entirely new sensation. It was crazily scary during the time, but great to look back on. After securing our tents, we took shelter in the cars for a few minutes while the worst of it passed.

Luckily, we didn’t have much damage, unless you count a tipped over porta-potti. Which in Scouts, maybe you do.



Day 2: Saturday, June 15, 2013

My day hit the ground running when I got up early to watch the sun come up.



The morning wasn’t complicated. We ate breakfast, changed, and all walked down to the beach. Me, my best friend, and our politics-talking buddy from last night all found a clear area in the sand and laid down to relax. When we were younger scouts, we all went swimming and splashing around in the ocean. But we’d done that before, the water was chilly, and we were tired. Being a teenager is hard work. So, we just relaxed and enjoyed the view.


We also talked. Kind of a lot. The main subject of the conversation was high school, since out of the three of us one was in it, one had just finished, and one was about to start. A quote from the conversation that I think is worth putting on my blog: “Everyone changes in high school. Some for better, some for worse. But everyone changes.”

After lunch, my tradition gears kicked in, and the four older scouts—myself included—walked to a gift shop a bit up the road to buy milkshakes. I know, going to a rest stop during a campout is kind of cheating, but we were on the beach. Plus, we’d gotten milkshakes last year, which means we’d done it every year I’d gone.

After this we headed back to the beach and resumed our talk, though the topic this time around was girls and relationships, and how complicated they were in high school. This was enough conversation to keep us busy until 4 PM, when we headed right back to the gift shop.

Again, this was tradition: get milkshakes at the start of the afternoon, get sodas and ice cream at the end. The place sells the soda in these cool aluminum bottles, which totally makes it worth the $4.

B.S. is a popular game on campouts, and we played it along with spoons up until dinner. Then after dinner it was relatively mellow: get a campfire going and change into sleeping clothes. The sunset wasn’t too bad either.


I decided to sleep outside my tent, just as I had last year. When I’d done it then, you could see the stars and there was a nice breeze and it was nice to be alone.

That was all true this year except the last part, because half the troop decided to join me. I was actually glad of that, though, because it meant I could talk with everyone before I fell asleep (I hadn’t done that since January, my last campout as a kid).

My best friend and I stayed up until roughly 2 AM talking, which was kind of the highlight. First topic: movies. Specifically, The Dictator and the funniest lines from it. Then it was talk of how weird it was I was leaving for college soon, and how I would make a bunch of new friends. The last topic was the bulk of the conversation: stuff that was bothering us.

Sound vague? Sorry, that’s as detailed as I’m getting. Each of us had a few things bothering us—99% of them having to do with girls—and neither of us really liked talking to other people about them. So, naturally, we talked to each other about them. Confusing? Yeah, life gets like that a lot.

Around 1 AM came one more adventure to close out my camping experience.

As described, I was talking to my best friend. Then I hear movement behind me (keep in mind, I’m laying in a sleeping bag on the sand). I look up and see something towering over me. And it takes me a minute to believe it, because that something is a wild horse.

My friend and I were both whispering, since it was nighttime, and our whisper-screaming—“OH MY GOD, A HORSE!”—must have been comical. I curled up into a ball and continued whisper-yelling as the horse walked over to another scout, picked up their flashlight in its teeth, and galloped away.

Well if that didn’t close out my camping experience.


That’s about it for the campout. In the morning we just packed up and drove home, once again listening to music. Specifically “Radioactive” and Demi Lovato’s “Heart Attack,” which we had no shame in singing to at the top of our lungs.

Most of our camping gear was full of sand, my tent was a few stakes short due to the storm, we were all sunburned, and my heart was permanently beating faster due to the almost-being-trampled-by-a-horse incident. But it was all worth it, and it was all part of what camping is about: adventure.

As I said, though, the highlight has to be the talking with my best friend. I know that’s vague and probably meaningless to a lot of people, but I’m sure everyone can think of at least one similar thing they’ve done. Getting to know someone about as well as you can is an interesting experience, especially if you’ll be saying bye to all of your friends soon, including them.

But as always, I try to close on a note of optimism. I try to look at how much I’ve grown in the last year alone, considering this trip is the one where people suggested I get a blog.

These seven years of camping have been the best of my life so far, and it’s hard to imagine not going on a scout trip again. But I’m grateful for the memories, for the pictures and jokes and bro talks, and everything that makes days worth waking up for.

Right now I’m happy about all that and sad about leaving it behind, and kind of excited for how I’ll change in the next year but also scared about it. Confusing, right?

Life gets like that a lot.

Blog Announcement: To Any Prospective Eagle Scouts

“It’s better to give than to receive. Especially advice.”

–  Mark Twain


Hi everyone! You’ve probably noticed I’ve been blogging less than usual this past week or so. Strange…it’s summer, so I should be annoying you with even more posts, right? But actually, now that I’m not in school, I’m busy doing everything I couldn’t do while in school (the list includes but is not limited to writing, several projects around the house, seeing my friends when I can, and preparing for college orientation).

Regretfully, today’s post is short and probably not all that useful. It’s more of an announcement, really. After working on it for a few weeks and getting it approved by all the right people, I’m proud to finally unveil a SECOND WordPress site I’ve created!

I earned my Eagle Scout rank back in March 2011. At that time, I wrote down all of the advice I could think of for how I completed my project. This includes finding an Eagle project, planning it out, all the paperwork afterwards, etc.

I then put said advice in a kind of manuscript for a guidebook. But when I sat down and looked over it a few months ago, I realized that it would do far better in website form.

SO, not to beat a dead horse here: if you enjoy my style of writing and think my guide posts on publishing are useful—and, most importantly, if you’re looking to start on your Eagle Scout Project—then please check out my web site, which I’ll post the link for below. It mainly details how to plan out an Eagle Scout project from start to finish, along with offering a few anecdotes and humorous bits along the way.

So, if you or someone you know is looking to start on their Eagle Scout Project but isn’t quite sure how to go about it, please feel free to look around my site:

Hope at least some people find it useful!

My First Positive Literary Agent Response

“It is not so much what we accomplish in life that proves what we are…it’s what we overcome.”

–  Unknown


Around ten minutes after putting up yesterday’s post, I checked my email, as I do probably fifteen times a day. When I had one new message, I assumed it was to let me know that someone had liked or commented on my post.

Well, it wasn’t. It wasn’t from WordPress at all, actually.

It was from a literary agent who I’d submitted a query letter, synopsis and sample pages to in the middle of May. Seeing as the email was only a few paragraphs, I assumed it was a rejection letter and was about to add it to the appropriate email folder when I read it over more carefully.

I’m not the kind of person who easily freaks out over news, whether it’s good or bad. I take it in, and my brain doesn’t let me react until I’ve had time to process it and make sure the news is worth freaking out over.

Well, this was.

The email started out like any other: thank you for your submission, etc. Then, the sentence my brain tripped over:

“I would be delighted to look at the full manuscript.”

Not first fifty pages. Not a partial request at all. FULL. MANUSCRIPT.

My eyes jumped down to the rest of the email, which gave me guidelines for submitting the entire novel and ended by saying they were “looking forward to the read!”

Whenever I fantasized about getting my first positive response from an agent, I pictured it in one of two settings: either in my house, where I could yell at the top of my lungs, or else in a room with all of my closest friends, so we could yell together.

As it happened, God gave me the second scenario. I was sitting in a beach house with eight of my closest friends in the world, and when I read the email, they were right there. As soon as I finished reading, I screamed, and I think my eyes got a little watery. My friends, who later told me they thought someone had died, all rushed over to the laptop to read what I’d just read.

My girlfriend got there first and immediately hugged me. Then she caught my laptop as everyone else hugged me, too. Last was my friend who first read my story concept back in 10th grade, edited it, and told me to turn it into a manuscript. She and I hugged the longest, and I’m pretty sure she was the most excited.

Then I stood up, took a bunch of deep breaths, and got out my phone to call my parents. They were just as excited and kept telling me how proud they were. Then I called my two Ideal Readers, who both congratulated me and wished me luck.

But then, because my brain sucks, I snapped back into task mode.

I was on the clock now. I opened my manuscript and started to read it over, right there. Not in the fast scanning kind of way, but in the way I would read any other book. I sat there checking for any last minute errors whatsoever, and to my relief, I didn’t find any.

After about an hour of this, I got up and paced around the living room, my brain whirring. I thought through the email from the agent, the exact wording they used, what they wanted and how I would write up a response. I made a list in my head: how I would need to research “responding to full requests” for etiquette tips, and how I needed to finish the read-through of my book, and how I needed to tell everyone on Facebook, and how crazy all this was.

I spent all of today finishing up the manuscript read-through and crafting an email response back. And, tomorrow morning, I hit the send.

Alright. Since I’m writing and have the chance to organize my thoughts, let’s look at this from an objective standpoint. The pros here: I don’t know how many kids (with no publishing creds, to boot) have gotten full requests from literary agents, but I don’t think it’s that many. So that’s something to be excited about. Other pro: this was one of the first responses to a revised version of my query, which means I might have finally found a version that works. So even if it doesn’t work out with this agent, there’s hope for me as a writer in general. This means that my letter worked, and can work again.

Cons: I have no experience in submitting fulls. Other con: even though a full request is awesome, 99% of them are still rejected. My odds have jumped up from a 0.5% to around a 1% success rate. Still a long way away from publication.

But, I can’t dwell on the odds now. Why should I? An agent wants to read my book! The whole thing! Not part of it, all of it! Like I said, I don’t know how many kids have gotten that far with an agent, but I couldn’t find any cases of it.

So for now, I’m just excited. And of course during the next few weeks I’ll be biting my nails so badly that I might have difficulty writing blog posts. But, I’ll do my best.

Thank you to everyone who supported me and wished me luck. Here’s to one step closer.

My Dream Vacation (Current and Future)

“Lying underneath those stormy skies…she said oh, I know the sun must set to rise.

This could be para-, para-, paradise”

–  Coldplay, “Paradise”


I’d like to congratulate myself on having the longest hiatus from my blog ever—one week and two days—and my daily views never once dropped to zero. They almost got there, but not quite.

Luckily, I have a good excuse for my absence: I’m on vacation! Specifically, Senior Week, or a modified version of it anyway.

For anyone unfamiliar, the standard version of senior week involves a bunch of newly graduated teenagers piling into a car, driving to the nearest large beach, then spending a week getting drunk, going to clubs, and basically just doing whatever they want because they don’t need to listen to parents anymore, and now that they’re done with high school they’re the smartest people in the world.

I picked a different set of activities.

Instead of going to the major local hotspot for senior week, seven friends and I pooled our money together, rented a five-bedroom beach house a good distance from our homes, and we all drove up there to stay there for a week. We arrived this past Saturday. Our activities this week included running around on the beach, taking pictures (good and terrible), going out to dinner a few nights, seeing some new movies, re-watching old ones, taking a trip to a huge mall nearby, and walking around the boardwalk at night, which is both exciting and beautiful.

We’re wild cards, I know.

At one point yesterday, the four guys of our group were trying to sneak into the girls’ room to steal some of their stuff. The girls kicked us out by the literal definition, and we spent a solid half an hour devising a lock pick while they filled up water guns in the bathroom to blast us with. This was on the second floor, and at one point, I stumbled back against the balcony railing. I commented on how much it would suck to fall of the rail onto the glass coffee table below, to which my friend replied, “I feel like that would be considered normal at most other senior weeks.”

We made a few more jokes about hanging off the ceiling fan. But the point is, this is what I love about my friends, and about spending time with them. Because instead of getting drunk or whatever, we just make fun of the people who do. I can’t tell you how hilarious it’s been waking up every morning and taking turns at the breakfast table reading aloud drunk Tweets from our classmates.

But anyway. That isn’t the point of this post. My post today is just outlining what my dream vacation is currently and what it probably will be in the future, when I’m all grown up.

I’m eighteen years old, and I just graduated high school. As it is, my current dream vacation involves hanging out with my friends, obviously. I’m also not ashamed to admit my dream vacation involves leaving my house and being parent-free. Honestly, the best way I can think to relax is to go with all my friends to somewhere quiet, or else with exciting stuff to do. Just as long as I don’t have to worry about taking care of anything (like blogging, for example).

By that definition, I’m on my dream vacation right now. My seven awesome friends, including my girlfriend, are all here and we’re all hanging out in a fun but not-illegal way. We’ve seen the beach, watched movies together, had a dance party along the ocean, made fun of each other constantly, played a massive card game in a restaurant when they took forever with our food, and gone swimming at 3 AM (did I mention we have a giant, personal in-ground pool in our house’s back yard?) Our entire group was on the local news when we were interviewed about the upcoming storms, which was cool. I also got to take a midnight walk to the beach with my girlfriend, which was definitely one of the many highlights. And to top off my last day today, we have a tornado watch! Most people would hate that, but for me it’s fun as well as the ultimate version of rain, which I love.

In short: I’m living my dream vacation right now. If this could last for another few months, that’d be awesome.

Now, next up: what will my dream vacation be like in twenty years, or something?

I’m not sure. Knowing me, it’ll be the same exact thing it is now: running around with my friends and acting like little kids. Except this time, it probably won’t be possible. I might have a family, or my friends might, anyway.

In any case, I think what I’d want most in the world would be to go somewhere quiet and pretty, like here. Maybe even do some writing. Heck, maybe I’ll be a published author and I can rent out this same awesome beach house to finish one of my books.

I can dream, can’t I?