Currently listening to: Dropkick Murphys – The Rocky Road to Dublin
In school, you are always made to write down what your goals are, generally over different time periods, like in 6 months I want to… in 5 years I want to… in 50 years I want to… I never know what to put. So I usually just put something stupid like ‘be president’ or ’still have both kidneys functioning’, and then have to explain myself later. I’ve never had a real goal in life, other than to do well in school (school counts for nothing, really, I mean, education is very important, but it’s hardly a goal. What the hell is a goal, anyway?) and be happy (which really isn’t a goal either).
The past week or so I’ve been thinking, and I think I might actually have what one refers to as a ‘goal‘. When people ask ‘what do you want to be’, I can tell them what I plan to be (professional nerd) but never what I want to be. Of course there’s all the pipe dream professions (coolest person in the world), and things I think would be wiser to keep as hobbies (make up art, photography, art, president). I do know what I want to be though, and I think it’s pathetic. It’s not a goal.
I want to be a housewife. My ultimate goal in life is to get married to someone I love and am content with (obviously this would have to be mutual), make some babies and then make some cookies (those look EXACTLY like the vegan ones I make, by the way).
I mean obviously I want to go to university and get a job and all that, but ultimately, I just want to be a housewife and make cookies for my kiddies and get beaten by my husband (not that though).
People always think that because I’m vegan and care about animals and animal rights, that that means I’m a feminist. HELL NAW.
I’m not saying that being a housewife or getting married or having babies or making cookies is pathetic, but I think for me, this is a pathetic goal.
Whatevz, I just want to bake cookies.
Perfectly Happy 
