I know I'm going to sound a little bit conceited right now, but I have good taste in music. I can prove it too. I just watched Garden State this week and I had almost every single song from the soundtrack on my iPod even though I had never heard the soundtrack before. And they are pretty obscure songs too, definitely not mainstream radio material. Also, I am always finding that the songs I listen to and download appear in the tv shows and movies I watch about 3 months after I download them. So, Step 1 in my plan: Have my own record company. I would get to listen to music all the time (which I love to do), sign the people I like, and make sure people hired me to do movie and tv show soundtracks. When I get bored, I like to come up with names for bands too, so this would be a good outlet for all the ones I will have invented by then.
Once upon a time (more like...last year), I tried to become a model for this agency in Portland that recruited me one time when I was at Lloyd Center. It didn't work out so well considering I needed to shave two inches off my hips to meet their criteria. I tried to do it, but it was kind of gross when my shoulders started poking out more and I realized I was trying to be somebody who I'm not. Anyways. I think it would be cool to own a modeling agency that hired models who were beautiful, even if they aren't the perfect size.
Perhaps the reason I couldn't make it as a model is because I love to cook. Someday, I would love to have my own restaurant. I would get to choose what goes on the menu and keep up with all the latest trends in gourmet cooking. Plus it would taste delicious too because it would be my restaurant.
Since I will be insanely rich from all of my businesses, I would have the money to start my own line of gowns. I love shopping for, trying on, buying, and wearing formal dresses. Sometimes, I find myself designing the perfect dress in my head. I'm pretty sure I could design a whole line of perfect dresses too. And I could have the beautiful people from my modeling agency model them for me. There you go.
Now you know what I daydream about. Pretty nice future I have set up for myself, huh? Don't worry. When I'm famous, I'll still remember you read my blog.







