But MAN. I wish people would give me credit.
While I'm wishing, I wish that I could either grow right out of my skin *OR* learn how to put on some blasted makeup. Because I can't, and I probably should. I also want to "bump into" anyone I have a crush on (a.k.a. happen upon them in a nice neutral sort of coffee-shop environment and proceed to WOW them with my ability to talk and be dizzyingly charming) and to fly.
I turned in my national honor society service hours signatures today. I am honorable, at the very (very) least.