Live, from New York, it's Saturday night!

While everyone else was dreaming to be a ballet dancer, a fireman, or an astronaut, I had a different wishlist for my life. And although I did love the idea of being an astronaut (even though I am terrible at science), more than anything, I dreamed of being a host on Saturday Night Live.

More specifically, I imagined what kind of poses I would do for my pictures before and after commercial breaks. Those little photos show so much about a person, and I always thought "What poses could I do that are completely original and have never been done before?" I am no genius with photography, so those original ideas usually came slow.

In addition to hosting, I always thought I'd be the first Abby on SNL. I just had to be. Unfortunately, that dream came to a crushing end about two years ago when Abby Elliot (daughter of Chris Elliot, a former cast member) joined the cast. Even though I majored in journalism and could never ever do stand up even if I had Ellen DeGeneres as my coach, my self-esteem was still bruised when I saw Abby Elliot had become a featured player.

Reading an article in Rolling Stone magazine about Jimmy Fallon last night (and after watching the hilarious episode of SNL with Jesse Eisenberg - and the real Mark Zuckerberg) helped me rediscover that love for SNL and my dreams of joining (or hosting) are still intact.

"I remember saying to myself, 'If I don't make it on Saturday Night Live before I'm 25, I'm going to kill myself,'" [Fallon] casually confesses one night. "It's crazy. I had no other plan. I didn't have friends, I didn't have a girlfriend, I didn't have anything going on. I had my career, that was it." As much as I love SNL and would give anything to see a taping live (and have entered the lottery for SNL seats about five years in a row, to no avail), I'm not as drastic as Jimmy to say I'd kill myself if I never was a part of the show. I have applied for NBC Page positions multiple times, never to hear back from NBC/GE.

This is not supposed to be a sob story about how I'll never be on stage at SNL, but if I were ever asked to host SNL for some crazy reason, I know I would savor every moment that I was there. Is it warped to have the dream that I become successful enough to host SNL? I would love that kind of lifestyle, for a little while, anyway. I couldn't be a dramatic actor or a comedian, but I would love to be enough of a topical newsworthy person in order to host SNL - that would be my greatest achievement and I dare say I'd be fine dying right after the show was over. It wouldn't get any better than that.

Lorne Michaels, if you read this, and are looking for any help whatsoever (I'd happily clean the writer's room every night if you needed it done), just understand you would help make my dreams come true.

Jimmy Fallon didn't have a master plan in order for him to host his own late night talk show, but now look at where he is. It started with a little dream of being on SNL, and now he has a wife and famous friends and the best late night band in the Roots. It seems that Fallon's success couldn't have happened to a greater guy, and I would hope that my success could be a sliver of what he experiences daily.