Because I answered Mark's question about wanting things in my last blog, Julia has requested that I answer a question of hers. Seeing as how I care IMMENSELY about friendship, I shall.

If you knew that you couldn't fail at reaching your goals, what would you attempt to do and how would that change your behavior?

Well first thing's first- I'd learn to wink. I still can't do it without raising an eyebrow. I just look like I'm twitching which definitely isn't reeling in the fellas. After that, I'd delve into my passions: Putting an end to world hunger, economic disparity and the entire population of cockroaches. But really, if I couldn't fail at reaching my goals, they'd no longer be goals but more like everyday tasks. The world would just be my oyster and I'd do as I please. Someome might say, "Janelle, what are your plans today?" and I'd nonchalantly reply with something the likes of, "Oh you know, the usual- find a cure for cancer, rid the streets of Oakland of robbers and murderers and have sex with Matt Damon. FOR FIVE HOURS."

In terms of how my behavior might change, I'd probably walk around thinking I was the shit which I admit, isn't that much different from how I currently live my life. My head would probably be 10x the size of the rest of my body. I mean come on, how many people can say they kertanged Matt Damon for five hours?

I'd probably get bored real fast though because I'd basically be able to have my way all the time. There's no fun in that. Also, achieving my goals wouldn't be as gratifying. They'd probably stop making Nobel Prizes because I'd always be a shoe-in.

In conclusion, I'm glad that I can't achieve all of my goals. Can you imagine how crazy the world would be if I mastered the Harlem Shake or invented weight loss ice cream? Setbacks are necessary to help keep us grounded.

Anymore questions?