You know what I wish? I wish that I was independently wealthy so that I wouldn't have had to take out so many darned loans to pay for undergrad. Scrounging for hours to make money to pay them off without bleeding thousands of dollars in interest is spoiling my attempts to become a professional hedonist.
I realized that I made more per hour as a college intern than I do with a master's degree. WTF is up with that?
Like, I kind of want to pass a law that says that no matter what your job is, if you have some sort of degree, you must make more than you did when you didn't have said degree. My annual income in high school was more than it is now and I work more now than I did then.
It simply cannot be explained. Unless school is making me less intelligent and capable of functioning as a human being. Which probably can't be possible because I've got these really smart specs on! I love 'em! They're great for covering up the giant
Chanel bags under my eyes and have just the right touch of vintage to make me look like a zexy professor, but also a little bit like an undercover super hero.
… whatever… my thoughts of being a college intern in NYC brought me back to days zipping through the subway and purposely getting lost (really not the most intelligent thing to do, amiright?) in the Big Apple and I made a playlist that makes me feel like a really happy hippie badass when I listen to it! Check out : neon lights and tell me what you think!