found this list of things i want. written three years ago. sentiment still stands.
I want to go to McDonalds and order Happy meals until I get every toy in the current collection.
I want to put an entire bag of California cuties in the fridge and eat them all at once in three hours.
I want to drive in an old Volvo convertible down an empty, but not abandoned, road sunk between mountains in Colorado while listening to the whole Jamestown Revival album.
I want to have a conversation with Harper Lee and maybe, at the end, ask her to be best friends or pen pals.
I want to gather everyone I care about into one giant room, have sweet tea and cupcakes, and tell them how much I love them.
I want to build a palace of sheets and blankets, read the entire Lord of the Rings series inside by lamplight, and not wonder if the world misses me.
I want to start an Akon Konvicted era appreciation club.
I want to be a lady, like Kate Middleton.
I want to listen to someone talk about their favorite work of art — the chin in hands elbows on table eyebrows crinkled kind of listen.
I want to wear my Nalgene on a carabiner on my belt loop and look cool as sh*t doing it.
I want this conversation to happen:
“Hey, do you know Dora?”
“Oh, you mean the Times Person of the Year?”
I want this conversation to happen more:
“Hey, do you know Dora?”
“Oh you mean the girl who invented toothpaste that makes OJ taste like heaven in my mouth?”
I want to go to a matinee showing of an awful, wreck of a movie that no one else is watching, buy the Combo #1 at the concessions, and throw popcorn at the screen.
I want to pull an all-nighter, drink 5 cups of coffee at 9 am, gather all my colored pencils, drawing pens, and paper in front of me, and see what happens.
I want to be a world-renowned whistler.
I want to spend a day as queen — not a typical queen, but a queen that wears a crown made of baby’s breath and blackberries and is wheeled around on a red flyer wagon by children too young and unaware to realize it’s illegal.
I want to marry Nick Jonas.
I want to buy a just so sized apartment and fix up the rooms just so.
I want to write a book described by critics as “quotable,” “honest,” “observant” and “mildly offensive.”
