What I Want

I've been meaning to write this post all week. Well, not this one specifically. I started a couple of drafts of other posts, but those feel too serious for today. I mean, it's Saturday. Even lame college students who spend Saturdays cleaning and reading can have partyin' days!

But anyways, I'm about halfway through Eat Pray Love (by Elizabeth Gilbert, if you hadn't heard) and it is fabulous. It's really deep and funny at the same time. She makes me want to pack a suitcase and run off to Russia right now. So instead, I'm contenting myself with Disney songs in other languages. (You'd be surprised at how often this happens. On the other hand, you might not be surprised at all. It is me we're talking about.)

A lot of times, though, people are confused or shocked by my desire to travel, to get out of this country and do something big somewhere else. I've had people tell me that the Peace Corps might be a nice idea, but I should stay to help my own country, that it never works out well. People say, why learn a language only spoken in one country? (To which I think, since when is Russian spoken in one country? Romanian, yes. Russian, not so much.)

And you know what? I want to do these things because I want to do them. So I was thinking about what I really want and (because I am helplessly OCD about these things) I made a list. Just for right now, mind you, this is what I want.

• To read
• To mess around with my hair (cut/dye/braid/who knows?)
• To get homework done
• To sing
• To speak lots of languages
• To write 1000 words in a day
• To do laundry/dishes/sweep/generally clean up my apartment
• To look up recipes from Perú
• To knit something

Why should I do all these things? I think it'll be a blast. I think it'll make me a happier person. I think it'll keep me stress-free. I think it'll be a party (a lame party, I admit).