When I grow up

There is a question we've all been asked since the time we could talk in complete sentences. It is the one question just about everyone you come in contact with wants to know the answer to. Problem is, it doesn't always have an answer. When I was little I always waited excitedly for someone to ask it. Now, I dread it. The ominous question - What do you want to be when  you grow up?

I've given so many answers it isn't even funny. Sure, when I was eight it was cute to hear me say I wanted to grow up and be a tight rope walker. But if I were to say that now... I can just imagine... "So, Sorine, tell us. What are you majoring in?" "Oh, try not to be intimidated or anything, but I'm majoring in Circus Performance with an emphasis in the Tight Rope." 

There are different versions of this question. One example, most common in the college world, is the one used above. What's your major. You'd think this one would be easier, after all, it is a bit broader and by the time you start hearing it you've had some experience to narrow down your choices. However, I have had an even harder time coming up with an answer to this one. 

For a while, I got angrier and angrier whenever the words "what's your major?" were directed towards me. I've always been very indecisive and when it comes to MAJOR decisions, I just can't make up my mind. It doesn't help that my interests are so scattered. 

I thought I had come up with the perfect solution. Not only did it solve my major problem, but also Julia's. "What's your major?" someone would ask. I'd smile politely and respond with "I'm majoring in Dinosaur and the becoming thereof. Julia will be my guinea pig." It was perfect. Once  I mastered becoming a dinosaur I could trample where I please and eventually take over the world. 

Unfortunately, that didn't pan out. At least at the schools I've looked into, no one offers classes on how to become a prehistoric reptile. Although I personally think it should be a required course. After all, who knows when dinosaurs will come back. And the only way we can survive is to become a part of them... subject for another blog another day. 

So, as generic, pathetic and lame as it may be, my response is always "I'm just doing my generals for now, but I'm thinking of [insert interest of the day here]." I don't enjoy the look of disappointment that often follows. But hey, I'm only twenty. I have time to to really think about it before an official decision needs to be made. 

Let's just hope someone doesn't hold a gun to my head and say "What do you want to be when you grow up? Answer or you become brain pudding." 

Truth is...

I'm very attracted to red heads.

I'm not really a big fan of tacos.

Once in a while, I'll pretend to be a dinosaur when I'm eating my food.

Okay, not once in a while. I pretend to be a dinosaur probably more often than I should.

And to be honest, I pretended to be a dinosaur while eating a chicken sandwich in my prom dress at Wendy's.

I was once hit in the face with a kayak.

I broke my arm when I was two. I fell off the piano bench and landed in a basket of laundry.

I think I'm funny.

I do the macarena quietly at the most random moments.

I don't know how tall I am. And I think I'll keep it that way.

I always remember at least a small detail of my dreams.

Never Been Kissed is the story of my life.

John Cusack is my favorite.

I could spend all day watching movies and be happy.

I really like myself. :)