- To be king. (Had to.)
- My laptop to break. Hear me out. My laptop is 3500 pounds, more or less. It has a thousand inch screen, a keyboard with the little number thingy on the side, and a DVD drive, because, Lord help me, I truly believed I wanted all those things when I bought the stupid thing years ago. My tech-savvy brothers tried to counsel me against this, but I never listen to them until something breaks, and then I immediately Facebook them for help. It’s a fun give-and-take. Mostly I give whining and take all their computer tech savvy.
In any case, I thought I was going to be set free from this beast of burden about a year ago, when one of the hinges became very loose and started making encouraging clicking noises. No such luck. Now that it knows I’m waiting for it to die so I can move on, it has determined to live forever, much like the ‘91 Camry my siblings and I drove around in high school or our beloved dog who knew we were waiting until he died to get a new couch.
This also reminds me of this profound statement I read on Pinterest: “Using your laptop to research buying a new one is like asking it to dig its own grave.”
- The end of the semester, because this is me:
- The day I’m finally released from cripple prison and am allowed to run again. This is pending approval from my surgeon/physical therapist, but I am getting closer every day. Today, for instance, I was able to SIT in a CROSS-LEGGED fashion without PAIN for the FIRST TIME since my SURGERY in DECEMBER. Chyea.
- Getting to visit Boston next weekend. I’m going for a writing conference I’m super pumped about, but the real reason I’m excited about this is so that I can sing “Boston, Mass! Ohhhh-twooo-oneeeee-threee-fourrrrrrrr!” ad nauseum x 1000.
(The terrible VCR quality on this just makes it that much better. And good news: Mary and I can perform this on demand. One (embarrassingly recent) summer night we spent an (embarrassingly long) amount of time re-learning it.)
- The day my siblings and I finally get it together and go to one of those “Escape Room” things, where you pay to have people lock you in a room, for fun, then you try to get out, also for fun. I feel like a very similar experience is achieved in countless households across America everyday when brothers everywhere lock their sisters into various rooms/closets, but this is better because there are clues. Anyway, once my siblings do this, I fully expect us to get way too into it and strategist more than necessary, and maybe try to bribe an assistant. You should have seen us throw a murder mystery party. Everyone was committed to their characters.
- For the new Gilmore Girls to come out. But seriously, can this just happen already?
- For the day I have time to start tackling my wildly unrealistic Pinterest desserts board, appropriately titled, "I have a problem." Because who wouldn't want THIS goodness or THIS goodness?? Idiots, that's who.
That’s all I got, folks, because another thing I can’t wait for is to be in bed.