early mornings make you poetic? sex and the city make you deep? who knows but for whatever reason i would like to make a wish list. sitting in my ultra-comfortable bed, on my sister's spiffy laptop, my teddy bear at my side along with a nice ball of yarn that a kitten would clearly enjoy, and the beginning of a scarf. at 3.30 am on winter break. what more could you ask for? oh, many a things. i wish...to be artistic i wish...to be intellectual i wish...to be a better friend i wish...that i could fly i wish...that books could become realities i wish...that my hair would be shiny i wish...to be a mind reader i wish...to be a good writer i wish...to be a great lacrosse player i wish...to go to hawaii i wish...to be able to speak french i wish...to know how to flirt i wish...to have style i wish...to be able to not worry about expenses i wish...to understand myself and my sister i wish...that i had not eaten that apple pie i wish...to have thinner thighs i wish...to act i wish...to meet the writers of those hilarious shows, friends, will and grace, sex and the city i wish...that no one would hate me i wish...to be accepted i wish...to be loved