What am I doing with my life?

I think about it every day. 'What. Am. I. Doing. With. My. Life?' And guess what the answer is every fucking time. 'I. Don't. Know.' It is the most terrifying feeling ever, not knowing where you are going to be in 10 years, or in my case, in 3, when I graduate from college. What am I going to have? A few bogus degrees, and no job. why? Because 1. the economy sucks, and no one can get a job now (so how on earth am I going to find one? what's so special about me?), and 2. what jobs are there that pertain to french, theatre, and russian. Nothing? Yeah, nothing. Nothing incorporates them all (nothing realistic, at least), and I have yet to talk to anyone who can tell me what I can do other than teach. And I know I don't want to do that. So here I am. Stuck. Writing on some anonymous blogging site when I should be going to take a shower. I cried and hyperventilated for well over an hour over all of this today because my mother decided it was a good idea to talk about my future with me. Her main point seemed to be: "your theatre major is useless, why don't you give it up?" And replace it with what, though, might I ask? Shouldn't I follow my passions? Isn't it better to be happy doing something I love than to be stuck in some crappy office job that I hate, wishing I had had the guts to go through with my theatre major, and given it actual thought as a career choice? I know it's risky, and I know I wouldn't make that much money starting out. But I do what I have to do now to make ends meet, so why couldn't I do it then too? But of course, everytime my mom speaks and I disagree with her, I second guess myself. So now I'm lost in thought, in an emotionally drained state, wishing I could just stay in college forever, and never have to figure out what I actually want to do with my life. Sounds like the bets bet to me.