My name is Michael. I am currently a student at a liberal arts college. And despite my own common sense and my parents' warnings, I am an English major with a concentration in creative writing. Basically, I don't plan on having a job after I graduate. This is a problem, for two main reasons:
- I have a voracious appetite for designer clothing (and boots). Some people call this being materialistic, I prefer to think of it in terms of its euphemisms like chic, or fashion savvy, or fabulous.
- I want to eat.
- Marry well, very well, like Intolerable Cruelty well, like rich old man well.
- Hope to god that they let me switch my English major to an Econ one.
- Pray that my string of internships for some (literally) awesome reason pan out into a steady job.