Boxes, Boxes, Boxes or Seven Days and Counting

I'm being haunted by the Jason Mraz song Remedy, which I haven't heard since Freshman year. I thought of it the other day and now I keep hearing it on the radio every time I'm in the car and it always comes on during the lyrics, "When I fall in love/Now I take my time/There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind." Picture me turning on the radio and jerking in my car, akin to something Eric Matthews would do in response to Mr. Feeny, when Jason Mraz's whiny voice tells me not to worry my life away.

If you're the my-life-is-a-movie kind, then you'll understand that I'm beginning to wonder what my repetitive soundtrack is trying to tell me.

Goals for Life

In the last few weeks of school, two of my friends were writing out lists of things they wanted to do in their lives. Every so often, the image of them sitting across from me at the kitchen table, diligently writing with their pencils comes to mind and I wonder what I would put on my list. Just yesterday, another one of my friends commented on my 'soccer mom' potential and I laughed at how I thought about putting that on the list.
So, currently:

Life Goals
1. Write a book, write a book, write a book (you get the idea).
2. Go on book tour with one of said books. Read excerpts, hear stories, sign my name in only Precise Pilot ink, live large.
3. Do some screen writing (although the prospect of living where all the other screen writers live does NOT interest me).
4. Break into the freelance scene while at Anderson. Write for obscure Catholic Teen Periodicals. Write about truth and experience. Find my niche.
5. Find the real Jim Halpert and elope in a white, 200 year old church surrounded by fall leaves in Maine.
6. Become Soccer/Baseball Mom with a van, visor, and cooler complete with Capri Suns.
7. Live in Britain.
8. Go to Italy.
9. Become familiar with Hebrew and Greek.
10. Form an alliance with J.K.Rowling, Lauren F. Winner, Kathleen Norris, and Anne Lamott and rule the world.