I Want To...

i want to climb Mount Kilamonjaro.
I want to see anacondas in Brazil.
I want to sail the seas as a pirate, not the pillaging sort, but the sort who sings songs and wears lots of stripes.
I want to be a cab driver.
I want to attend the Academy Awards, wear a Vera Wang, and sit in between Lauren Bacall and Heath Ledger.
I want to learn how to uncork a wine bottle with style, like fancy waiters do.
I want to hike the whole Appalachian trail.
I want to backpack through Europe, and learn a million languages.
I want to dance barefoot under the stars.
I want to be able to curl my hair and have it not go straight in half an hour.
I want to wear high heels and not trip.
I want to sword fight on horse back.
I want to paint...with my feet.
I want to travel around like a gypsy and wear a hundred bracelets.
I want to invent my own language.
I want to fly...I'm not sure how.
I want to fall...into sync, in love, into a mystery, into something I wasn't expecting.