When I grow up I want to be...

I am now in second year of a joint History of Art and English Literature degree. Which basically means i am going to be an over educated waitress for a large part of my life. This isn't a terrible thing... i enjoy making coffee, especially if i get to drink lots of it at the same time.
When I applied for this degree i thought i was planning ahead and being sensible. I like writing. I like art. I thought i could combine the two. Unfortunately, this was before i realised the truth about arts degrees.
They are useless.

Try typing 'Arts Degree' into google. Google will suggest 'jokes' as your next word.

It terrifies me that people know what they want to do with their lives. I have no other plans other than to not screw up too badly. I am much more inspired by people who fall into things and become wildly successful.
One of my role models at the moment is Mary Portas. I just watched her programme about the shop she is setting up, which sells (among other things) clothes for older women who don't want to dress like their daughters or like old women.

It also sells sex toys apparently.
I was kind of hoping she'd also think about doing a line for girls who don't want to dress like street walkers. Or like they threw themselves head first into Urban Outfitters, rolled around in teenage angst and hoped for the best.

I know its such an irritatingly girl thing to say, but i really like fashion. Apparently people are meant to get a rush of endorphins when they exercise. I don't. I get it when i look at beautiful clothes.

MMMMMMMMMMM.

Things i can't afford.

I'm so looking forward to unemployment.