-To own my own swimming pool, or something that can be used for the same purpose (tropical lagoon right outside my house, large lake, etc. I'm not fussy. Just a body of water that I can legally swim in naked.)
-To finally be the owner of a body that I consider to be well muscled and attractive
-To persuade the world of the great value of Ry Cooder's music such that it is available in jukeboxes everywhere I go
-To acquire all the high-purity romanian liqour (my preference is for tsoika) that I could possibly ever want
-Learn some cool things I've been meaning to do for ages (more languages, at least enough about computers to understand all the XKCD strips, more musical instruments, etc. etc.)
-To have a novel published and be moderately well received (my first work, Psycho nazi junkies from all the hells fuck live was, I feel unreasonably, rejected)
-To finally, finally actually use my art degree in some way shape or form
-I would very much like a Royal enfield motorcycle and a sports car of some description
-Get a girlfriend who will tolerate me for a period longer than 3 months (this goal will be adjusted once it is reached)
I probably have others, but I can't think of them now.
Edit: Oh, sorry, you want interesting ones? Blame the lateness of the hour. Allow me to exaggerate my real ones ad absurdum.
-To swim the hellespont, write "Xerxes was a pussy" on a turkish wall, and swim back again.
-For Vin Diesel to be mistaken for me in an identity parade
-To have my favourite music, especially that performed by Ry Cooder and Angelspit, played constantly on a global network of speakers that can only be turned off by prayer
-To sink a battleship with Tsoika, but without wasting a drop.
-Prove Riemman with a text involving the words 'grue', 'the saw doctors' and 'masturbate' in a relevant manner
-To have my first novel, Psycho nazi junkies from all the hells fuck live, published and perhaps not immediately proscribed
-To finally, finally, actually use my art degree in some way shape or form
-To own a working motorcycle that appears to be a precise replica of that described in 'soul music' by Terry Pratchett
The future is always bright. Bombs generate quite substantial amounts of illumination