So, like most students on the brink of adult life, I daydream on occasion about what my career and life will be like. And honestly, if my life is half as cool as my daydreams are, I'm stoked. Being the mega-nerd I am, I spend most of my time daydreaming about my job . . . or, well, the job I hope I end up having at some point in my life. You know, the kind of job where you, as I told Ben, "Spend a few days in Bahrain before jetting over for a meeting with some Indian leaders." That kinda job.

But, in my daydreams, I feel it's necessary to point out that I am highly inappropriate. Yes, in my fantasy world, I still don't know when to use nuanced language. Imaginary me says things like, "China! What the hell! You need to go in there and make the UN your bitch!" I'm like the rogue outlaw of diplomacy in these scenarios. And it is awesome. Who wouldn't love to be in a position to say things like, "Suck it, Netanyahu. We're cutting your aid."

Today, though, I managed to top myself. I was so shocked by what came flying across my brain that I had to stop for a minute and admit that, yes, I am a badass. In my daydream, I apparently was able to get a meeting with former Iranian president and Minister of Awesome, Khatami. We were discussing options regarding opening up diplomatic doors between the US and Iran. Just having a chance like that would be amazing. And I'm not sure what illiceted this response from me -- what Khatami could have said that would make this okay -- but I said, "Khatami . . . Yer bustin' my balls." Very sincerely, but I told the former president of Iran he was busting my balls.

Sometimes I amaze me.