Dozens of Questions

I've always pictured an office job as following:  
I wake up and manage to fall out of bed solely because I remember that I left over a chocolate donut for breakfast from the dozen I bought the night before. I eat every last bite despising the morning and drive to work mindlessly without paying mind to the spring flowers blooming and the birds singing through my window. My coffee keeps my eyes glued to the computer all day. I go home, buy another dozen. Refresh.  
I know this is a raging ridiculous stereotype, yet it plagues my mind. The internship has reaffirmed my will to never have an office job. Although there are many wonderful office jobs, I don't think they are for me. I have to be out where the grass grows and the people think and sing. I want to be able to hear their songs and hear the world through people's eyes. Consequently, I think journalism could be a viable career choice for me. I have thought about thousands of different careers, but journalism is the one that has stuck in my mind for much of my life (or at least in the past 5 years due to the unhealthy amount of pressure on kids to have their lives completely figured out). The Cougar Club Internship has also deepened my passion for journalism, people, and photography.