Wow. You boys sure are full of fancy, no?
My goals - to travel this whole frikkin world. I want to see every piece of land on this planet. I want to meet weird people, do weird things, maybe get into trouble, but ultimately learn as much as possible. Not tourist travel, either. Just a backpack. I want to sleep in forests’, in caves, warehouses and squats.
I want to master ten languages. I’m working on being conversational in 40, but I want to master ten (japanese, chinese, german, spanish, french, swahili, arabic, russian, urdu, portuguese). With these, I should be able to talk to just about anyone in the world. 3 down, 7 to go.
To be a famous novelist. I love writing. I have an obsession with writing. I have a huge room full of nothing but books. I have a safe full of cds that hold the transcribed versions of all the books I wrote as a kid. Dammit, I will be the next Stephen King.
To avoid a ‘day’ job. I hate traditional work. Maybe it clashes with my personality, but I psychologically cannot stand desk jobs, strict working times, etc. I’ve just started three websites. God willing, they will pay for my life as long as possible.
And finally, for ignorant people to stop being ‘funny’ and making ‘women’ jokes around me, and to stop trying to make me who I am not. I don’t wear dresses. I hate purses. Just because I lift weights does not mean I’m trying to be a man. Just because I’m female, it doesn’t mean I can’t do mma or get in someones face and scream or backpack through africa or up a mountain alone.