Born with the inherant urge to rule, is the urge to eat cake. However, at least there was a reasonable excuse to munch on cake yesterday because it was my birthday (!)
*does brief and joyous happy dance*
OF COURSE THERE’S CAKE. DON’T YOU FRET. I LOVE YOU ALL.
*hands out cake in all varieties*
So I’ve been seeing lots of posts going around like 18 things to do before I’m 18. Exceppppppt. Key word being before.
My sneaky way to cross the fact that my birthday is here already? eh, just replace it with since. Hence my list.
I’ll try not to keep these books/blog related for the sake of a change.
Onwards we go, blogglings.
1. Make a thousand paper cranes
I read Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes when I was a kid – about this girl dying from leukemia, and it was sad and beautiful. But I’m still intrigued with the idea of making a thousand paper cranes. And getting a wish granted on the 1000th crane (hey, the idea of doing that much is still pretty cool, right?)
Or a thousand lucky stars. Any origami done works.
2. Meet an author I admire in real life
Or not an author if it’s Ben Batch. I can make an exception if it’s Ben Batch. (Shh.)
The problem with this one, is that it is an extreme trial living where I live. Rick Riordan or Marissa Meyer or Rainbow Rowell (Oh my god, need I even start with this list XD) don’t just tend to pop in our country for a cup of tea. *sobs*
But I would give anything, all my merch, my heart for this to happen one day. Soon. Le sigh.
3. Catch a firefly in my hands
Again, super random, but the gist of this sounds really cool, y’know? Bonus points for this being a great excuse for my sister to drag me out of my cave.
4. Own more than 555 books
Okay, I was lying when I said not book related. But 555. I can live with that.
5. Own a kitten or puppy
And name it Benedict Cucumber Patch Jr. Or Tesco. ONE OF THOSE.
The hard part? Convincing the parental authority that puppies and kittens aren’t gooey balls of fur which pee on the carpet. No biggie. It’ll only take my like one or two decades, right?
6. Do archery at least once
Because I have dangerous hobbies. And who knows when the need may arise to shoot evil dystopian presidents who initiate killing arenas.
It’s very useful. *nods*
7. Learn the violin
I’M NOT EVEN GOING TO SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE THIS IS ‘NUFF SAID. There’s something so amazingly beautiful about carving music with a bow. Though my fandoms definitely do help. 😉
8. Leave actual real size city treasure hunt for someone to find
Because it would be amazing to have someone pick the first hint up stuck to the window of a cafe/buried under a particular tree in the park and actually carry it out. This is actually part of my Camp NaNo novel.
But someday in real life too, maybe?
9. Be able to burst into rapid fire French at random moments
And not speak in broken sentences of trying to imply that I’m trying to enslave the known world.
10. Get stiletto boots
And dangerous stilettos boots with a two in one knife/heel so I can stab someone at a moment’s notice (hey, it could happen. I can totally see myself doing that. No?)
Esme Squalor or Isabelle Lightwood style.
Maybe a leather jacket with it too?*
Not kidding. #lifegoals
11. Bake an Apple Pie
Sponge and death by chocolate cakes are all good…but apple pies could work too? Mainly because pies. It’s never too late to have pie.
12. Finish a piece of knitting that isn’t a dementedly long scarf?
The title says it all, folks.
13. Anddddd, the inevitable one; write a book.
And maybe, hopefully, publish it one day.
14. Colour co-ordinate my shelf
Because it’s an extremely long and tiresome job, but when you’re done? The feeling of being the proud parent of all those books is the best.
I’ve actually accomplished this one. PICTURES COMING SOON. Should I do the Shelfie Tag?