Let's Be Realistic...

Today I realized that most of my goals in life are completely unrealistic or have been based off of completely unrealistic expectations.

Part of me is troubled by this. Most of me is not.

I guess these goals would more accurately be 'dreams.' So here's a brief list:

- Own a pony.
- Tour every Starbucks in the world until I find a Latte Boy...named Taylor.
- Be a part of a company that comes up with the names for nail polish colors. Seriously. They are so crafty.
- Go into print journalism (I know, doesn't that SOUND realistic? But who knows how much longer print journalismm will be alive).
- Be a part of at least one more musical before I die.
- Eat all the Hershey's Kisses I wanted and not gain a pound. Ever.
- Achieve the perfect self-manicure that would not start chipping less than 12 hours after its completion.
- Pass Spanish IV.
- Get an 8 on an AP English Essay.
- Do an open mic night at Caffe Gelato or some random adorable cafe such as that.
- Befriend someone famous.
- Read "The Bell Jar."
- Partake in a magical day of shopping where everything I like miraculously fits perfectly AND is on sale.
- Find a unicorn.
- Make Snuggies socially acceptable.
- Fall in love. And not get hurt.
- Understand why Crocs have not yet been banned from the universe.
- Write and publish a memoir.
- Persuade some poor network to make a sit-com based off my life.
- Own and restore classic cars. I don't know why but I have this thing for them.
- Be as admirable and adorable as some of my favorite book/movie characters.
- Never sacrifice who I am.

That's all for now. I should start writing this stuff down when I come up with it. It would be better that way.
Oh well. Good night!