9.13.2002

Writing from a plane flying to St. Louis from Cleveland on Friday the 13th. Trying to think of a way to start Consiglio's career paper. Nothing outside the window except for the wing and miles of fields. I need to work on my paper.

Possible career paths:

- musician
- actress (preferably playing a doctor on ER)
- comedian
- TV or movie writer

We just flew over the clouds. "What happened to the world?" Nanny asked.

Where I shall live:

- New Orleans, Louisiana. It's hot, and it's so humid it rains every day. But it's still nice. Also, wicked blues scene. And food.
- New York, New York. Guess why. Because it's HUGE and it has so much culture and entertainment...
- Grace insists on moving to Detroit, but I'm reluctant mostly because of how damn cold it is there. Also, I used to live nearby. And it's too close to Ohio.

Colleen the family member:

- As a spouse. It will probably take me a while to find Mr. Right because I am going to be picky. I'm picky now. "I can't like that." But once I'm married I'll probably try to split everything evenly between me and my husband (hehehe) like laundry But he'll have to load the dishwasher. And cook. And set the table and vacuum.
- As a mom. Hahahahahahaha. I have little tolerance for pain and even littler patience, so one will be enough for me. My friends think I'd be a horrible mom, but I'd like to think otherwise. I'll show them, I'll show them all! MWAHAHAHAHA!
- Colleen the grandma. Let's not go there.
- Colleen the neighbor. It depends on who my neighbor is. If I think they're cool, then I'll be the fun neighbor. If I think they're uptight, I'll be their horribly annoying neighbor from hell. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Why I can't write this stupid paper:

- I can't remember the rest of the questions on that sheet.
- I don't plan my future. I have some goals (such as my career aspirations). I have some dreams (skip across a state). But I don't wanna look back on all the things I wanted to do, and then be upset about the things I didn't do. I figure, if I don't make a written record of all this, then when I'm older I'll appreciate the things I did do, and not be reminded of the things I didn't. Because I know I'll dwell on them. But since this is for a grade, I guess I'll have to go against my will.

Colleen's paper:

I'd just like to explain one thing before I move on to telling all my hopes and dreams. I don't plan my future. I have goals, some idiotic (such as skipping across a small state), some serious (such as...uh...I'll have to get back to you on that one). But I don't dream of becoming a rock star. Becoming a rock star is a goal that started as a dream, because you work towards a goal, and that is what I do. But like I said, I don't plan my future. I go with the flow. I believe in destiny, or fate, or God's special plan, whatever you want to call it. Whatever happens, happens, and I can only do so much to control it. Also, I don't want to have a written record of everything I wanted to do in my life, because I don't want to look back on it later and be upset about the things I didn't do. I know I'll dwell on it. Instead, I want to look back and be happy about what I did do, whether or not it was on my list.

There's the Mississippi!