jobs i'd like to try

I change my mind a bunch, but at the moment, here are so kick ass jobs that i would like to try out.


i have wanted to be a professional writer on and off for about ten years now. but then i worked at a bookstore, and a library, an basically figured out that you had to know a TON of people in the publishing world, be a prodigy, or already be famous. i dont know anyone in the publishing world. my brain is not extraordinary, and i am not famous. so i started a blog. but, if i could, i would love love love love to be a professional writer. along with about a million other optimistic people.


minus the critters, i would love to be an explorer. but not in the traditional sense. i wouldnt exactly want to 'lewis & clark' it. more like 'rick steve' it. if i could some how figure out how to get paid to travel to awesome places all around the world, i would drop whatever i was doing and do that instead.

lastly, and most ambitiously, i would LOVE to be a talk show host. homahgawd that would be the best job in the WORLD. but i dont think it would be very successful because i would only want to have people on it that i actually liked. not the next hot thing. just funny people/interesting people/my friends. imagine, getting paid to talk to people all day. maybe i would do the oprah thing and give stuff away too. and i might do the maury thing too....have crazy people come on my show. whoa. i what to do this one BAD.

thats all. welcome to my mind.

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