wherefore art thou work ethic

Sometimes I worry that I don't try hard enough with anything that is actually important. Case in point: I try preeeeeetty hard to make it clear that I know selfies are embarrassing, but also something medium necessary to convey certain instances in my life that I'd like to tell the internet about. I do not try pretty hard to find the appropriate readings for each week. Or to say things in class that make sense. My initials are M.E.H.... My NAME ITSELF expresses ambivalence. Doomed! I had hoped that entering an MA program would have magically flicked the 'on' switch on my work-ethic-o-meter, and the 'off' on my bullshit-all-the-time-capacitor. Not the case. And so we get situations like my class notes from a little while ago:

Please note the valiant effort made at the top with the date and course-title. I was SO close. Also, this was at least moderately productive as an exercise in that it made me 100% aware that a future career as an artist is not something I can aspire to...


All this stick figure "hilarity" and "fun" is not to suggest that I am a complete layabout who does nothing, ever. I am very dedicated to the work I do at the Globe, if only because I FINALLY have something to say when people at parties make that long sigh noise and then say, "Oh. An English degree. And what are you going to ... do with that?" It will for sure shut them up when I say, "An incredibly rewarding unpaid internship once a week!" Suckers.

PS This is a thing that I ate for dinner today. It looks like literal barf.

For the record, it might as well be. It is basically a salad that I poured a curry on top of. PovertyCooking.