I'm going to follow katjabee's example and strike through the things I've not done yet.
Graduated High School.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park. Collected something really stupid. Actually, all of my collexions have been boringly reasonable: postcards, keychains, figurines, rocks... Lately, I go for magnets. I'm at least shifting my collecting urges over to useful items.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone. I'd be stunned if anybody struck through this one. We don't live in stasis fields, people.
Gone fishing. I don't know about this one, so for lack of a better way to illustrate that, I've turned it teal for 'maybe'. I've a distinct memory of fishing poles, and I do know I had a wee tackle kit, but...I can't make myself picture getting down to the actual business of fishing. I'd very much like to go on a deep-sea fishing excursion.
Watched four movies in one night. This was not for the lack of trying. We'd an entire marathon planned: This Is Spinal Tap, Best in Show, A Mighty Wind, and Waiting for Guffman. We managed the first three before we were all too fagged to continue. I've still not seen Waiting for Guffman.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep. I played a gig at the late, lamented George Wesby's for my 25th birthday; the day before, I'd done an all-nighter at the office with a government proposal - 200 pages worth of language absolutely required (or you will be disqualified) by the RFP.
Lied to someone.
Failed a class.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado. Erm...I'm never sure what it was, actually. But it was something. I was at college, and I'd taken the decision to go to my class rather than stay at home (despite the weather that grew dodgier by the moment). I made it to the carpark a scrape before all hell broke loose. I didn't actually park my car proper, but rather left it and pelted for the door. The sky was pitch and things were blowing about and I was soaked to the skin in the forty or so feet from my car to the door. Later, people did speak of whirling devil winds from the sky, so... It couldn't have been more than an EF1.
Done hard drugs.
Watched someone die. In Germany, I saw a fellow fall to his death when his parachute failed to open. It was at a wine festival or something. I didn't quite understand what had happened, and needed it explained to me.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself. Back in the day, when I was more indulgent of my vices, I often had a bit of trouble with this. My fingernails, for one, are wont to grow rather fast with little encouragement needed from me, which meant that my thumbnails would sometimes go on fire when I'd light up. Cute, yeh? Sure jeez. Otherwise...there have been incidents with various and sundry kitchen items - the usual sort of mishaps.
Ran a marathon. Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day. Hallo? Every time I pay the damned mortgage, I spend well more than that in a day.
Flown on a plane. Averaging once per month these days, but I'm hardly a road warrior, me.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on. This is a grey area (perhaps I should have coloured the text grey. Ah well)...we had agreed to See Other People, but we'd agreed as well to tell each other we were doing. He didn't do, brought the girl round to one of our favourite haunts, and then lied to me about having done. I was quits with him a few days afterwards.
Written a 10 page letter.
Been sailing. I've even got a sailboat.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something. Been to jail.
Dangerously close to being in jail.
Skipped school. Only it was at college and nobody really cared. I don't know whether it counts.
Got in trouble for something you didn't do. I did get into rather much trouble for whacking my cousin over the head with a Jokari paddle. My cousin and I...have never got on very well. He resented his mother doting on me, and...I don't know, he's angry and spiteful by nature. I can't really point to anything that went amiss in his childhood that could have made him how he is - he's wired that way, must be. At any rate, he had his brother had been playing at Jokari. I wandered over and picked up the ball, and Alan went spare. The next thing I realise, I'm on the ground and he's pounding my face with his fists. His brother is shouting for me to do something, and the first thing I laid my hand to was one of the paddles. So I smited him with it, thus bringing down the wrath of all of the adults upon myself. What vexes me is that, from what I hear from my mum, he's still being protected from his own rat bastard behaviour. He could be a fairly fine human being if he gave over this idea that the world owes him an apology.
Stolen books from the library. I honestly cannot recall ever having done this, so.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school. Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino. My grandmother was known for her luck at the bingo. For many years, we'd make a pilgrimage out to Sin City so that she could pay her homage to little numbered balls. She'd play the keno as well, when we'd sit waiting for coffee and bacon in the quintessential Vegas diners. On the sly, she'd slip me the keno forms and I'd fill them in - knowing she'd give over the money to me if 'we' won. Alright, so it isn't an actual casino story, but it seemed more interesting to me than International Waters At Age 13 (my mother reckoned I'd inherited my gran's luck, so she sort of turned me loose), sort of thing.
Had a yard sale. Not at my house proper, but...
Had a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job. I suppose the closest I've been to that (yet) is my near redundancy... Or the bit with the voice acting studio, but that wasn't so much Got the Sack as it was On the Shelf. Taken a lie detector test. Swam with dolphins. Gone to Sea World. Voted for someone on a reality TV show.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Loved someone you couldn't have. Well, it was really closer to infatuation, and it was never a matter of couldn't, but rather wouldn't. If I'd spoken up, I'm sure some sort of union would have been explored, but...I was 19, he was...31? My sense of good idea versus bad idea wouldn't allow any sort of folly of youth on this score. Thus I admired him from afar, and he never found out about it, and never will do as far as I'm concerned.
Wondered about your sexuality. But perhaps not in the way that people might assume...
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument. Overdosed.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. I do think I've done this once or twice before; I do not enjoy it.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
in California. Actually, it was...Galveston? And it didn't actually resemble surfing at all. It resembled a round, awkward looking child...thing flailing about attached to a surfboard. Surfboards, I am compelled to exclaim, are slippery. Did “spirit day” at school. Often, I'd tromp (my boots were usually too heavy for any bit of a catlike tread; my dad used to say that I didn't walk so much as I assaulted the floor) about spontaneously bawling out 'fascists' with a cadre of boys I was mates with. I think we were trying to be the Young Ones. I was either Neil or Vyvyan. Everybody else was Rik. Nobody was Mike. I swear we must have been dipped in mercury as children.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo
Had something pierced.
Got straight As.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS. There was a chap in a seminar I took. Something was On With Him. It could have been cancer...I don't know, I'd always thought it was Aids or something. He wasn't meant to live another year, I do know that.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire. I've got to do that whenever the pilot light goes out. I'm sure this means 'in a destructive way', so for that the answer would be 'no', but otherwise, I've started many fires. And spliced many commas.
Gotten caught having a party while parents were gone away