What I WILL do Later in Life According to a Random Test

Quick Side note; Laura couldn't blog today, but seeing as she made up for when I couldn't blog I'm doing the same for her. You guys get to hear me ramble for three days in a row! Arn't you excited?

You know those tests that predict your future?
Well, I decided that, as a topic for this post, I'd make my own and share it with all of you.
Basically, I created a list of possible options for things I could do later in life. For example:
Job
Writer
Fisher
Farmer
Banker
Astronaut
Clown

Then I took a die (plural: dice). Let's say I rolled a four. Then I would go to the forth option on the list and gross it out. Okay, I'm not a banker. Then say, I roll a two; I count two from where banker was and cross out clown. Phew, I'm not a clown. And then repeat.
I did this for a couple different subjects, and I've got my answers here for you now.

Job: Astronaut. Okay! That is a lot better then clown. It's one of my dream jobs, anyway. Space, here I come!

Income: 100 000 000 dollars per year. Whoa. I picked the highest one I possibly could have! And to think I could have made one, or ten, dollars a year...
The only thing is, I don't think that any of the jobs on my list can actually make that much. Oh, well. I'll take it.

Home: Apartment. Darn it, I so wanted the mansion. Somehow, with my 100 000 000 dollar salary, I still got stuck with an apartment. It must be a pretty darn nice one, though, for that kind of cash.

Home location: Iceberg. Really? I take back what I said about the apartment being nice, if it's floating on an iceberg. That might be cool (ba-dum CRASH!) for a day or two, but after that, I dunno. I must be really, really generous with those 100 000 000 bucks.

Children: Two. Thats pretty good, as I want two or three. Unfortunately for them, there father's always in space and they live on an iceberg.

Age I meet my wife: 40-60. No! I wanted it to land on "childhood sweetheart," in other words, my grade two girlfriend. Thats the second fortune telling thing that's said we won't be together...
Also, this seems to say that I'm probably not going to have any kids until my forties or fifties. I'll be retiring from my hugely successful astronaut career when the oldest has only just turned ten to fifteen!

So there we have my extremely likely future. Darn it. I get stuck on an iceberg, don't marry my childhood sweetheart, and don't become a writer. I can't even seem to use my money properly!
Oh, well. Thats all for today, folks. I'll see you tomorrow!

Thanks for reading,

-Mark