These Tags Hurt Me Deep Inside.

Mama Fusla seems to take pleasure in tagging me. Don't worry, MamaF, I'm definitely meeting you next time I'm in Kuwait, then we'll see who tags who!

Seven things I plan to do:

1-Get my PhD.
2-Vote and vote, and vote some more.
3-Write a book.
4-Meet a Kuwaiti man who's as accepting as my brother.
5-Get an apartment on Freedom Ship for a few years to see the world.
6-Gain immortality.
7-Die happy.

Seven things I can do:

1-Speak three languages.
2-Listen (it's very difficult, I assure you).
3-Blend well into two very different cultures.
4-Tell the difference between what's wrong and right without falling back on cultural or religious influences (those rarely help anyway).
5-Accept anyone for who and what they are.
6-Shoot a mean arrow (archery is fun).
7-Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Seven things I can't do:

1-Be a respectable Kuwaiti girl.
2-Cook
3-Obey someone through sheer faith and conviction.
4-Marry under false pretences (came close, but couldn't do it).
5-Allow people to convince me that I lost my self-respect.
6-Be patient with religious fanatics.
7-Argue my case convincingly.

Seven things I say most often:

1- "Ok, so I'm a Bitchass Bitch."
2- "That's insane!"
3- "7abibti/7abibi"
4- "Fucktard/Fuckwit."
5-"Bes khalas."
6- "I would tell you, but you'll love me a little less."
7- "That being said.."

Seven people I want to pass this tag to:
Don't know anyone well enough to pass this to. The vicious cycle stops here!