spontaneity is better, i suppose.

today, i wish i had've chosen art school.
tomorrow, i'll think art majors are dumb.
(when honestly, they're pretty brave for picking a major that many people look down on.)
there are WAY too many people inside of me.
i have a new dream occupation for EVERY day of the week.

monday: cosmetic surgeon.
tuesday: photographer.
wednesday: CEO of an advertising/marketing company.... or anything, honestly.
thursday: a professional traveler (lol. i know... no such thing, right?)
friday: professional golfer. (tig-ra woods?)
saturday: a model for crest or colgate.
sunday: your pimp.


"what do you want to be when you grow up, Erin?"
since i popped out of the womb, i've been saying "a doctor/cosmetic surgeon"...
well... up until this year.

"where do you see yourself in 10 years, Erin?"
honestly, idk.
but whatever it is, i'll be HAPPY & successful.
& i guess in the scheme of things, that's all that really matters... right?
spontaneity is more exciting anyway...
i suppose.