I want something a little bit more extraordinary.

I sound cliche,
but.
Everyday it's the same.
Wake up, go to school with a number of people who are happy being mundane and are pursuing BBAs and MBAs, come home, write/do homework/whatever, watch some TV, go to sleep.
Then it starts over.

I want to travel,
I want to stand atop the Eiffel Tower at night once more surrounded by foreign people,
I want to walk down the streets of Barcelona,
I want to go clubbing in Ibiza and Tokyo,
I want to write and be paid for doing so,
I want to be admired,
I want to live somewhere where I don't have a clue what I'm doing,
I want to be just hours away from other countries besides Mexico and Canada,
I want to experience.

That's just a little something that "krazy career day" made me realize.
But just wait.
A few more years and I'm gonna be in France, blogging for Vogue, getting VIP access to Chanel shows, walking through Paris on a misty matin, dressed in noir, eating a pain au chocolat.

Or so I hope.