do you know?

I have a paper that's due tomorrow, but I chose to write here because, dear readers, you are more important to me. And this is more fun.

I was on the bus tonight going home from the agency where I volunteer at when an elderly lady sat two seats away from me. The man between us got off at the next stop. The lady looked at me, and I smiled back. I've been smiling at strangers lately. Anyway, the lady got up and sat next to me and started talking to me. She did most of the talking, and I did the listening. She asked where I went to school. "There," I pointed at the school outside the window. My stop was coming up. Then she said,

"What do you want to be?"
"I don't know." I replied.
"Be a doctor."

I said goodbye and left her. I laughed at myself crossing the street. Why did I say I didn't know?

I do know, I just didn't want to say it, especially to this stranger. I know what I want to be, but I don't know if it will ever really happen. Does that matter? Does that change the answer? I want to be a filmmaker. I want to be a writer. I want to be a world traveller. Any of these sentences would have been sufficient, but I had to say I didn't know.

I want to be happy. That's sufficient enough for me.

Plans for this weekend:

1. grocery shopping
2. study for archaeology, marine bio, and French
3. hair cut? : I really need a haircut right now. My hair is hideous. I was going to be a cheapskate (and risk taker) and have my roommate cut my hair. Just trim it. I asked her at the beginning of the semestre if she'd be cool with that, and she was. As a joke though, I got this picture out of a magazine and handed it to her last night. "I want my hair to look like that." She stared blankly at the picture, and after a few seconds I started laughing so hard. "I'm only kidding!" She started laughing really hard, and we laughed together. Good times. Anyway, am thinking of a cute, short layered bob kind of thing with a bit of fringe. That's what the pic looked like. We'll see.