Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I have un unhealthy dependence on lists. So much so that I became post-it note crazy. I found them in my purse. In my bag. On my clothes. In my hair (Ok, I exagerate but you get my point.)... 'Do this, do that.' But I didn't. Now I am taking my obsession to the internet. I have created my definitive list of 10 things I need to do before I reach my next decade.

I have come to the damning realisation that I have not done nearly enough things in life to earn me a hearty pat on the back....

-I have not and will not jump out of an aeroplane. This is nonsensical.

-I have not travelled to countries with names I cannot pronounce or have to pretend I have heard of like Vanuatu?-And I have not cured a disease, run a marathon, cut my hair beyond a bob or got a tattoo (Mind you none of my friends have done the above either. I think.)

So without no further ado I present my list. If I knew how to add sketches I would but again this is something I have not managed to learn. Stupid I know.

1. Learn a language. Preferably Spanish.

2. Go travelling. Not to ‘find myself’ but just for the photo opportunities. Endless.

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3. Go on a rollercoaster. I am thinking big. Not ‘The Flying Fish’ at Thorpe Park.

4. Cure a disease. No. That is ridiculous. Ok, See The Cure play in concert. This won’t exactly further myself as a human being but I really want to, ok.

5. Learn how to do accents. They baffle me.

6. Learn how to play my guitar instead of propping it up in my bedroom. Damn it, it looks cool though.

7. Do something. Anything for charity. Run somewhere, build something, organise something. That one is quite the sincere cookie.

8. Learn to apply my make-up properly. I was a tom-boy growing up. It’s hard.

9. Be in a job where I earn more than 30 grand. Bear with me…I like the idea of earning as much as your age…..or more.

10. Grow a couple of feet taller. I want to be model height. Not because I have a warped view that I have a model face and therefore need the height to become a Supermodel. No. Far from it. I just want to be a bit taller to see over the tops of heads in a crowd, at a gig, reach higher shelves in the supermarket and to not have to be on my tip toes when at a counter.

I realise that some of these things are impossible/I won’t ever be bothered to do them but there they are now, out in the open for everyone/the few people I know to see/ridicule/make me do them.

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