This column provides a peek inside the procrastinating mind of a fashion-addicted, financially deficient college student.
What is up, Readership?!
Notice how I capitalized ‘Readership’? That’s because you guys are v important to me. Alright, enough with the pleasantries; we have some catching up to do!
Since we last spoke I have begrudgingly made my way back to the land of boot-cut yoga pants and sorority sweatshirts aka college. I have traded the very hip, minimalist aesthetic of Richer Poorer HQ for the stained carpets of the library and the crooked stovetops of my overpriced rental. If I’m honest I won’t set foot in the library until midterms, but you get what I’m saying.
Like most college students, much of my time at school has been intently focused on the art of procrastination. Unlike most college students, my procrastination is filled with perpetual reading of four-pins and calculating how many meals I need to skimp on in order to afford some new piece from Public School. My parents must be so proud.
Anyways, I’m going to be monetizing my procrastination by periodically writing for all you fools during the school year. Get excited.
Welcome to Products Of My Procrastination.
Jake, The Intern