I was approached one day and asked what I wanted in life. I had never really thought about it before. I wanted the usual, to be rich and famous, but beyond that I was unsure.

So I sat down one day and thought. After four bottles of Tylenol and Advil (Just Kidding!), I finally came up with a plan for my life.

I have always been an idealist, and therefore it was an easy task for me to forget all restraints and criticisms and shoot for what I wanted. So here it is.

I want to go to college. I would major in Advertising and minor in Public Relations. With music being a large interest of mine, I would get a job for Virgin Records, Maverick Records, MTV, or some other music related company. I would build up my name, and make someone out of myself, maybe a PR Rep or something. This is where the rich and famous fits in. Or maybe become an actor or model in Hollywood and have my name and face plastered everywhere on billboards or magazine covers. More or less, I just want to become known.

And all while I am making a name, I would find Mr./Mrs. Right. We would fall in love, get married or whatever legal action we could take at the moment, buy a house in Southern California on the beach, and live the rest of our lives content. My spouse would not have to work because I would be making all of the money. And we could have a child or two, maybe, and raise them into spoiled teenagers.

I would live a happy and long life. When I die, I would want to be placed wherever my love desired, and await their presence with me. And then an eternity with my love in heaven, forever and ever.

Now that's a plan that is sure to change more than once!