Supercalifragilisticexpiallidocious

It's the thing to say when you don't know what to say.
And I really don't know what to say.

Except that I have a killer headache.

Oh, and that I spent another day in 1U- watched Take the Lead and shopped around. The movie was actually quite good. All that ballroom dancing made me want to up and start taking lessons. Real ones, not the 'come when you want to, pay on exit' kind I took earlier this year. There's such fire and passion in the dance, it takes your breath away just watching.

Spent the day with old school friends who I haven't seen for about a year and who I probably won't see again for another. God, this is so sad. We live in the same area, within walking distance of each other, in fact. And most of them seem to be going off to do Accountancy. Yeacch!!
It would be great if they'd really wanted to do it. But I don't remember any of them ever mentioning that. One was intent on doing medicine, the other on law. The only reason, I believe, that they've chosen Accounting is because that's what they were offered.

NO!! No, no, no! You do not simply accept whatever comes your way. You do not compromise your dreams and ambitions, forsake them for another plan thrust upon you by some disinterested, unfeeling university administrator, just because its an easy route. Build yourself a career, a goal, then wrap you fist around it tight and NEVER let go. Not for the advise of your parents, not for the chidings of snooty relatives, not for the rejection of your applications, and especially not for that little voice that has taken permanent residence in a part of your brain.

I don't understand these people who would so willingly admit to the will of others. I'm one to talk, you may say, seeing as I still haven't settled on a course. But then if I were like these people, I would be cracking my skull on a hard marble surface while simultaneously trying to cram for an entrance exam into med school. Thank God for obstinance.

I wonder what would happen to them? How can they receive any satisfaction from a job they didn't choose?At 40, past their prime, will they glance in envy to those that now hold the postions they once dreamed of? Then turn again and quel their regrets with the sight of beautiful homes, expensive cars, and doting families?

But what would happen to the likes of me, so intent on pursuing MY chosen career (whether or not its chosen)? Why, I could be glancing in envy at all those I had turned my nose up to - them in their spacious apartments and sharp business suits - while I try to make ends meet, blissfully happy in pursuing my passions.

But one thing is for sure...I will never look back and ask myself,"What if?"