Well, I started writing ...
Jul. 12th, 2003 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsos... just kind of at random, you know? Whatever popped into my head. That sort of thing. That's how I ended up with this -- my birthday wish list.
Yeah, okay, my birthday's not for two and a half months. However, I am in reality a spoiled four-year-old, so there you go. And yeah, okay, I said I was going to write actual fiction. And I'm going to go do that now, seeing as how the list revved up the creative part of my brain and now I'm in writer mode.
So here it is. Here's what I want for my birthday. Anything on this list would make my 26th just that much better than normal. (Which, in general, is usually a step above crappy.) Some are definitely impossible, some are just wishful thinking, some are silliness, some are serious, and some are actually within reach. But they all give me warm, fuzzy feelings of varying degrees, so there you go.)
1. The damn baby bunny alive again. *sniffle*
2. The "Got Snark?" T-shirt. That's so me. :)
3. My debts paid off.
4. A car that's *not* a POS. Preferably a Mini Cooper.
5. A gift certificate for the tattoo parlor so that I could get a new tat.
6. Any or all of the following to be my love slave(s): Heath Ledger, Orlando Bloom, Hugh Jackman, Colin Farrell, Peter Wingfield, Stan Kirsch, Johnny Depp, Nick Stahl, Shawn Ashmore, Denzel Washington, Brad Pitt, Viggo Mortensen, Paul Bettany, Rufus Sewell, James Marsters, Eric Bana, Stuart Townsend, and/or the British exchange student I had a crush on in college.
7. Scratch "any" from that last one and get the whole bloody list.
8. The ability to do a realistic British, Australian, Scottish, or Irish accent.
9. A paid LJ account for the rest of infinity so that I can stash more icons on here.
10. Published. Produced. Published or produced.
11. To go to next year's Oscars. And to win one, if possible.
12. Enough money to get out of my parents' place.
13. Enough money to get out of the freaking backyard.
14. To win the screenwriting fellowship.
15. To lose my virginity. (Yes, I'm a 25-year-old virgin. No, I don't give a damn who knows. No, I didn't do it for religious reasons. No, I don't want to wait until I'm married. No, I didn't do it because I'm too ugly to get a guy. See? Yes, I would do it, if I could find someone who wasn't a physically, mentally, and/or emotionally repulsive schmuck and would stand still for more than a second instead of doing something stupid like moving to Utica.)
16. A puppy. Any puppy. I don't care which kind, I just want a puppy.
17. Or a pony. Ponies are cute. (Remember that bit about me being a spoiled four-year-old?)
18. Lifetime movie theater passes.
19. X2 on DVD.
20. A chance to chew Joss Whedon's ear off. Or preferably to get a rabid wolverine and let him chew Joss's ear off.
21. A trip to the Mutter Museum of icky medical crap. (Deformed people and weird innards ... ooo ...)
22. To go to Dragoncon and claim possession of James Marsters's lap for the duration of the con.
23. Everybody in the Bush administration to get lost one day on their way to work and never, ever find their way back again.
24. You know that ticket that the kid in "Last Action Hero" had? As stupid as that movie was, I'd like that. I think I could have a lot of fun with something that'd let me literally go into the movies.
25. A Pizza Hut large pie with lots and lots of mushrooms. Ooo, and breadsticks. Ooo, and a two-liter of Pepsi. Ooo, and some egg rolls. Ooo, and some Cheetos. Ooo, and fried dough and candy apples and cotton candy. OOOO, and a huge sweet potato and a nice, thick steak. A rare one. Just lean next to it and whisper the word "oven," then bring it over to me while it's still quivering in terror.
Huh. I think I'm hungry.
Yeah, okay, my birthday's not for two and a half months. However, I am in reality a spoiled four-year-old, so there you go. And yeah, okay, I said I was going to write actual fiction. And I'm going to go do that now, seeing as how the list revved up the creative part of my brain and now I'm in writer mode.
So here it is. Here's what I want for my birthday. Anything on this list would make my 26th just that much better than normal. (Which, in general, is usually a step above crappy.) Some are definitely impossible, some are just wishful thinking, some are silliness, some are serious, and some are actually within reach. But they all give me warm, fuzzy feelings of varying degrees, so there you go.)
1. The damn baby bunny alive again. *sniffle*
2. The "Got Snark?" T-shirt. That's so me. :)
3. My debts paid off.
4. A car that's *not* a POS. Preferably a Mini Cooper.
5. A gift certificate for the tattoo parlor so that I could get a new tat.
6. Any or all of the following to be my love slave(s): Heath Ledger, Orlando Bloom, Hugh Jackman, Colin Farrell, Peter Wingfield, Stan Kirsch, Johnny Depp, Nick Stahl, Shawn Ashmore, Denzel Washington, Brad Pitt, Viggo Mortensen, Paul Bettany, Rufus Sewell, James Marsters, Eric Bana, Stuart Townsend, and/or the British exchange student I had a crush on in college.
7. Scratch "any" from that last one and get the whole bloody list.
8. The ability to do a realistic British, Australian, Scottish, or Irish accent.
9. A paid LJ account for the rest of infinity so that I can stash more icons on here.
10. Published. Produced. Published or produced.
11. To go to next year's Oscars. And to win one, if possible.
12. Enough money to get out of my parents' place.
13. Enough money to get out of the freaking backyard.
14. To win the screenwriting fellowship.
15. To lose my virginity. (Yes, I'm a 25-year-old virgin. No, I don't give a damn who knows. No, I didn't do it for religious reasons. No, I don't want to wait until I'm married. No, I didn't do it because I'm too ugly to get a guy. See? Yes, I would do it, if I could find someone who wasn't a physically, mentally, and/or emotionally repulsive schmuck and would stand still for more than a second instead of doing something stupid like moving to Utica.)
16. A puppy. Any puppy. I don't care which kind, I just want a puppy.
17. Or a pony. Ponies are cute. (Remember that bit about me being a spoiled four-year-old?)
18. Lifetime movie theater passes.
19. X2 on DVD.
20. A chance to chew Joss Whedon's ear off. Or preferably to get a rabid wolverine and let him chew Joss's ear off.
21. A trip to the Mutter Museum of icky medical crap. (Deformed people and weird innards ... ooo ...)
22. To go to Dragoncon and claim possession of James Marsters's lap for the duration of the con.
23. Everybody in the Bush administration to get lost one day on their way to work and never, ever find their way back again.
24. You know that ticket that the kid in "Last Action Hero" had? As stupid as that movie was, I'd like that. I think I could have a lot of fun with something that'd let me literally go into the movies.
25. A Pizza Hut large pie with lots and lots of mushrooms. Ooo, and breadsticks. Ooo, and a two-liter of Pepsi. Ooo, and some egg rolls. Ooo, and some Cheetos. Ooo, and fried dough and candy apples and cotton candy. OOOO, and a huge sweet potato and a nice, thick steak. A rare one. Just lean next to it and whisper the word "oven," then bring it over to me while it's still quivering in terror.
Huh. I think I'm hungry.
