elanya

I want things.

I want to have my reference letters in hand so I can send away my grad school application.

I want people to be supportive of my interests and choices, not to tell me that maybe I should jump into a PhD when there are no good programs and I'm not grounded enough in my discipline.

I want to get an assistantship, whouich would be more work, but mean more experience with teaching things.

I want to have been more on the ball about this, all in all, so that I am not only organizing now.

I want it to be okay to only ever eat delicious cake.

I want people that I call engage in an all out geekfest with to be online *Right now* for my entertainment.

I want to be loved, not judged.

I want to be free to do things that I enjoy.

I want to be able to do *everything*.

I want to aspire to more than mediocrity in music, and dance, and life.

I want to be more than mediocre in all of these things.

I want to be less afraid of feeling and expressing emotion.

I want to understand myself better.

I want to be able to send e-mail from eudora again.

I want to know *ALL* the words, all the time.

I want better language skills, typing, spelling, writing, expression, French, the facility for other tongues that my sister possesses.

I want time to read, *and* time to write.

I want to complete the stories I have started, and those who are haunting my brain.

I want to spend more time with my awesome friends.

I want to spend more time in my imagination, and in other people's imaginations.

I want to make things better for other people.

I want that to be easy.

I want to be a protagonist, in an epic adventure of some kind.

I want Mystery to be real, and I want to *be* Mysterious.

I want my faith in my abilities not to be an illusion. I want my pride to be validated.

I want to be Capable.

I want to captivate.

I want to be okay with taking things.

I want to be more active, in all sense of the word.

I want respect.

I want my room not to be cold.

I want all my cool socks to be clean.

I want to have my handwashing done, not necessarily by me. Same with mending.

I want people to come to me for stories, and music, because they know I can give them.

I want to travel. I want to see Kiev.

I want to be Divine (the state, not the tranny).

I want to be desired.

I want to be organized.

I want to take a shower before Exia.

I want not to lkeep finding puddles of water on the floor inn the bathroom now that we have an official bath mat.

I want to cuddle chinchillas and cats without allergy attacks.

I want not to be tired all the time.

I want to be paid more for this job, or to have another job I enjoy which pays better.I want to teach, to profess.

I want to be envied.

I want to be Wise, and sought out for my wisdom.

I want to write articles that would be publishable in real academic journals.

I want to know the right answers.

I want my mother to be healthy again.

I want my sister to be happy all the time.

I want you to know, if you are still reading this, that I stated this as a method of procrastination from writing academic-related e-mails.