My dad calls me "honey"

and today I made fun of him for it. He got defensive, but I don't mind it at all, really.

All this talk about graduation and futures almost makes me wish I'd done something with my life. Today I was watching this TV show about movies and TV from the '80s (which failed to illicit any nostalgia from me; I didn't watch too much TV in the '80s; I was too busy doing things like being born and going to bed at 9 o'clock because I was 7 years old). About the time my mom was coming home from work, the show mentioned "Indiana Jones", describing him as a "suave archaeologist". I commented aloud, "I want to be a suave archeologist."

To which mom replied, "You're already suave, now you need to go to school and become n archaeologist?"

What a great and not-so-subtle segway into the "what are you going to do with your life" discussion. I'm not suave, I'm the opposite of that. And I don't particularly want to be an archaeologist anyway. Earlier I had said I wanted to be a "teen heart-throb" but that's not happening either. If I really wanted to be an archaeologist I'd just go out and do it. The truth is I don't really want to "be" anything. Doesn't that imply that I'm not anything now? Why o why won't someone pay me just for being totally sweet? Cause I can do that.