Really, I don't ask for much. It doesn't take much to make me happy. When I was little, it was my goal to sell all of my toys and then buy an RV with the money and travel around America doing odd jobs for food. It never occured to me that it wouldn't be enough money to buy an RV, but that's not what matters. I'm just saying that I don't want to go to college. I don't want an expensive career. I just want to make enough money to have food and live in a house that is fine for me. Like, a trailer or something. (shudder, but yes. I can make it cute.)
The things I want aren't really material things. Whenever someone would ask me what I'd wish for, I'd always say something like, "I wish my sister would be a little bit nicer to me." or something like that. The thing is, it'd take me a long time to think of a wish. See a shooting star, fifteen minutes later wish something.
I think I once saw a shooting star and didn't wish. Does that mean I have a wish in my pocket? I probably wasted it unknowingly. Probably before I wished the Red Wings wouldn't win the Stanley Cup. They're full of themselves.
Anyways, wish list.
I wish my mom doesn't grit her teeth when she gets mad.
I wish we could move.
If we can't, I wish I liked this town more.
I wish I were less shy.
I wish I wasn't lactose intolerant.
I wish the day started at ten and ended at two.
I wish I had a gay friend. (reasons? Well, if he's cute that's cool, and I wouldn't have to worry about him liking me, and plus Ceira and I could gang up on him. Hee hee, sounds fun.)
I wish someone would offer me the world.
And whats a wish list without something physical? I wish I had less flabby arms. *grin*
*remember, no smiley rule.
And if anyone would like to buy me this they can just do that. Drooool. . . Hee hee, Attack of the computer geek! 
