A meme (shock) stolen from
mouselyhamless Day One: Ten things you want to do some day.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight qualities you think are awesome in other people.
Day Four: Seven (semi)interesting things you've pondered or thought about recently.
Day Five: Six things you are glad you did.
Day Six: Five books/movies/tv series/etc that you'd recommend
Day Seven: Four silly quirks
Day Eight: Three pet peeves
Day Nine: Two things for which you're proud of yourself.
Day Ten: One secret plan.
Number one: Get a dog
A medium to big-sized dog. One that requires both a backyard and daily walks. And a black one, probably, since all the information I've come across indicates that black rescues are more likely to be euthanized than brown or golden ones. And I'm definitely getting a rescue. Which probably leads into number two pretty well.
Number two: Get a house
Not that there's anything wrong with my apartment. But did you see how big my hypothetical dog is? He/she can't fit in that tiny one-bedroom, no matter how lenient the landlord is about pet ownership.
Number three: Get a job
Like, a permanent one. In part so that I can own a house, in part so that I can know where the heck I'm going to live so I can choose a house to live in. Because there's no way I'm buying a house I'm only going to live a few weeks a year in. That's what the tiny apartment is for.
Number four: Take over the world Travel more
I hate traveling. I hate planes and trains and automobiles. Especially automobiles. But I love getting off those inhuman contraptions and being somewhere else. I'm not even sure it matters where else, exactly. As long as it's not Regina. Ugh. Never going back there again.
Number five: Learn another language
Although I'll probably just cheat with this one and actually finish learning Japanese so that I don't have to look up 80% of the kanji in my doujinshi in order to understand why character A is bending character B over a hard surface and giving it to them, oh yeah.
It usually turns out to be true love. Or a deep-seated hatred. One of the two.
Number six: Learn how to dance wear high-heels
Seriously. I don't know how. I figure I should start slow.
Number seven: Invent something
The cardboard-box-with-sides-cut-out-and-then-folded-under-so-that-it-fits-over-my-lap-and-holds-an-ice-pack-so-that-my-computer-doesn't-overheat(-kun) doesn't count. Although it worked really well and is kind of cool.
Number eight: Sing in public. Or at least in front of my friends
Mostly I just need to get the hell over myself. My voice isn't that bad (although it isn't great) and my ear is good.
Number nine: Let things go
Not everything is as important as it seems in the heat of the moment, and ruminating on them just keeps them in the heat of the moment. Let it go.
Number ten: Persevere
Some things are important. Hold onto them like your life depends on it and fight for them until your dying breath.