...but could be very wrong
If I ever marry a Swedish man named Sven, I will tell him every day, "Sven, you are the swedish guy I ever met."
There will always be people that HAVE to sit in a booth by the window, even if there are no booths by the window available.
The man who said there are 3 rings in marriage, 1.) The Engagement Ring, 2.) The Wedding Ring and 3.) The Suffe-ring, thinks he's the funniest man on earth, and he's not.
I will never like math, or doing the dishes.
Jared Jones will always be my favorite person, and my brother.
Brittne Roy will always be funny, and so will Nic Schnider.
Nahela will move back to San Diego, and stay here.
Sawdust will always be my favorite smell.
Bell Bottoms will probably come back in 30 years.
Ben K will always be competitive with his future wife, and never cave just to let her win, and he will have 10 children.
Jenny C is going to do something incredible that will shock everyone, and make her really happy.
When Joy Veale's a counciler, or psycologist, or whatever she ends up doing, she's going to have a couple patients that are litteraly insane, and she's going to tell me all about them.
Someone's going to dance on a table in my history class this semester, or something of equal insanity.
I will write a book, and it will be published.
My future husband, probably currently lives in the jungle, and swings through the trees.
The energizer bunny will still be going and going and going in 100 years.
I am the only person around who thought The Illusionist was dumb.
I will never stop loving to watch movies, and if I become a missionary in some crazy country without cable, I will miss them.
My husband is probably not a Swedish guy named Sven.