….and almost 31. But anyway:
- I will have a cat. And a miniature pony.
- I will have a law-related job that I love (or at the very least, am proud to have).
- I will have my Honours degree in Classics. This depends on how well my marks can endure mundane questions like, “WHAT DID THE ANCIENTS USE GLASS BOTTLES FOR HURR“.
- I’ll have gone outside the country, if only once. Where? Italy (for the ancient Rome stuff), England (for the accents, and Cornwell, where my ancestors were wealthy pimps), India (for the colours, architecture, and to go on a train ala The Darjeeling Limited), Japan (for big sparkly cities at night with katakana on neon signs) or Prague (for the Sedlec Ossuary).
- I’ll know how to drive. Hopefully ten years is reasonable!
- Going to this stupid debating society and speaking on regular basis will be a distant memory.
- I’ll know how to cook gorgeous things every night.
- I’ll be less cynical (LOLLLL), and have married Orlando Bloom – though not if he doesn’t like cats).
- I’ll have had the epic 20 year anniversary with one of my friends from way back.
- I’ll live in Christchurch, or Wellington. Anywhere, so long as it’s not Geraldine or Timaru. Or Temuka. Or Oamaru… especially Oamaru.
- I won’t get distracted writing pointless lists for blogs and miss work (or in this case, CLAS107, whoops!).
And I’ll read this list, and marvel at how things change.
I want to binge on naughty food, but I sadly lack the necessary funds to do it.
If I was at a supermarket I would spiritedly head to these items:
- Charlie’s lemonade – It’s like diluted lemon juice. It makes my face squirm, and I’d recommend it to no one, but I’m still strangely addicted to it nonetheless.
- Whittaker’s kiwifruit chocolate – Holy frickin nom. Chewy tangy goodness hiding in chocolate!
I should write product descriptions.
- Cadbury creme eggs – In the two weeks before Easter I averaged about five eggs a day, and twittered (tweeted?) about them constantly. I feel compelled to say that I replaced real meals with creme eggs and so didn’t put on weight.
A delicious early death, however, is just around the corner.
What else would bring me neverending joy? Savoury Japan’s teriyaki chicken chirashi with honey mustard (of course~!). It’s $6 now – still totally worth it. I remember having this for breakfast before my LAWS101 exams, and look at me now: third year and getting slaughtered by Jurisprudence.
You could also pop by Velvet Burger and nom a B&E bagel. Bagels shouldn’t be filling. Bagels shouldn’t make your stomach burst, leaving you feeling awkward and fat the next day. But Velvet Burger’s do, and thus I always regret going.
Then trying to order frozen coke at McDonalds is always packed with anticipation – high hopes and being unsure of whether the machine is working this time. This is a weekly ritual, followed with watching the latest Chuck episode, which is the highlight of my every week. Alas, more often than not, you’ll leave only with the message that “the machine’s broken”, and while watching Chuck I quietly sob. *
Right now? I’m just drinking water. It’s a total letdown after fantasizing of the glorious things I could be having intead.. Pffftt.
* That’s a lie. I’m cheering and repeating “OH MY GOD THIS IS AWESOME” over and over.