continuously updated life goals

first posted on my Facebook, probably won't be updated here ever, though...so technically, these are just life goals as I see them in this particular strand of time.

*learn 5 new languages,, or at least the basics
*join the peace corps/etc in another country
*live and work in (South?) Africa
*hang out with buddhist monks
*do a semester of Up With People
*Nanny/au pair in a foreign country (and pay off college debts)
*do something with disney
*join a nudist colony for at least 6 months
*do cartoon voiceover work
*meet Stevie Wonder
*learn to cook, and well
*do theatre for education/teach theatre in a foreign country
*perform in The Lion King and/or Hair (how bout both though)
*partake in a Lion King/Hair-style-esque soul musical group
*teach english in another country? (get TEFL credentials)
*take extra college courses when possible to continuously learn
*take classes through the the senior citizen program at USF when im older
*road trip across america
*visit at least 100 countries
*AFRICAAAAAAAA
*buy underwear
*learn two new instruments, and african drums
*zipline in another country
*watch a wild animal give birth
*keep my best friends
*love someone fully and with abandon
*become a wine connoisseur
*make my own quilt

if circumstances and time permit:
*adopt an ethiopian child
*participate in a global documentary
*couchsurf in antarctica (however, it would be very cold...)
*get paid to live and do comparative psychological/sociological researchfellowship type stuff in other countries/cultures
*get a masters degree and get PAID to study there (plus a stipend would be nice)
*work in arts as therapy

nobody is going to want to marry this, however.
it is too all over the place and too inaccessible.
my biological clock is going to start ticking before im even 1/6 way through with all of that. a 1/4 or 1/3 if im on top of things...


ce la!!!

Im pretty sure I'm joining the Peace Corps.

Pretty sure.

Also, everyone I meet has a shameless habit of turning out to be really honestly friendly and good.

Also, my summer is going to be WAY crazy.

I am going to see way too many countries this summer.

I hope.

2 months baby.

2 months.

in exactly two months i will make the long and arduous journey from l.a. to a land so intensely foreign, the natives absolutely refuse to abbreviate the name.  I will leave my parents familiar civilization-reminiscent minivanmobile to face the thrilling, unexplored jungle that is san diego, except that upon arrival i will immediately board a bus which will take me the f*** to Mexico. Sometimes I feel like San Diego is Mexico in denial. Sometimes I get the two confused. All of my hispanic relatives are in one of the two. Um I have homework to do. I can't wait for Thanksgiving, sooo ready,  I am going to eat my own bird all to myself and all of the extra Pillsbury crescent rolls and then sleep forever in a bed that is cushiony and very real. 

Gravy.

I forgot about gravy.

I am so.

excited.

for.

GRAVY.

twister

shit. aaaah.

There is so much that I want to do.

And I don't have the money.

I don't really believe in money.

But I have to sometimes, for the sake of society, I suppose.

I want to do Semester at Sea, and I plan on doing that summer travel course to Italy-Greece-Turkey where we just study theatre and art and dance and may get to perform in THE theatre dionyus, buuuut I also want to do an internship in London one summer, and a summer session in Spain to get my language credit accounted for, but I cant fit allll of this in my four years.

And it would be WAY too expensive to go any longer.

I dont know.

I dont know.

AAAAAAAAH.

well.

hm.

aaaaaah.

its late.

my body wants to watch a movie and my mind sees the time and wants to sleep.

I feel like usually my body and mind are supposed to operate exactly otherwise, but I'm not going to ask them any of my silly questions right now...

Our bodies are not enough.

There are so many times where I am listening to a an endless chain of really good transcendental song after really good euphoric song after really good transcendental song and my soul does the shaken-soda-pop thing where it surges and wants to explode except that it cannot, because the cap is still on.

I don't think I'm going to be able to handle circumnavigating the globe.

I think I'm going to have that same feeling even moreso magnified in way too much intensity and on too frequent a basis and I am just going to storm inside with that same will to experience life until I utterly implode and fly up towards happy death.

Words words words.

I can never say what I need to say to justice.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I am really starting to worry about my looming lack of access to the brilliant google.com.

I mean of all things, but really.

Over the course of creating this blog I probably used it to look up like ten different things that would have driven me crazy had I not had the immediate access to that information. Even if it was like "Mariner Lingo" and "Detox Diets", neither of which I plan to implement in my life. (--although I am kind of interested by the idea of a detox cleanse. like the "rainforest cleanse." Hell, it is probably the euphemism for "the ugliest week of self-restraint a food-loving middle-class human being may have to endure ever", but the name is pretty and so I am going to google that sh*t up.)

Also, every time I think about going to (three places in) Africa the little Lizzy-Maguire-cartoon-type parallel in my brain has a mini seizure and runs in circles.

Well now you've read my first blog. 

I had many more interesting things to say here when I first began it but Africa and sleep are the only two words I can think about. No complete thoughts, any more, just those words. Good words they are too. 

mmmmmmmmmmm.