“People always go, ‘private schools create better citizens’, but I would say they create better quality citizens. Studies have shown that students from private schools are more likely to get into uni and end up making a lot more money, while wife-beaters and rapists are nearly all public school educated. Sorry, no offence, but it’s true.” Words of wisdom from Ja'mie. This message was brought to you by a public school boy, inspired by talking to college kids "So, uh, like which high school did you go to?", "(replies with rural public high school name) oh wow, that must have been such an interesting experience. I went to (insert the name of some insanely pretentious and expensive private high school)" "Cool, well I have to go talk to this (non-rapist) over there". Ha ha, I'm just having flash-backs to my first-year of uni, I was even at a less pretentious university and got asked this question so many times. But I was only reminded of this because today: (a) I read that one of my old friends from first year IT (DEATH!!) is now going to do a PhD in Psychology, and we study at the same university now (which is odd because we both switched degrees and universities after that first year of hell and ended up studying the same thing [awesome story, huh]) and (b) we were doing impersonations of Mr. G today at cell group.
So, uh, like, you know, I for reals, went to my bosses farewell which was kind of like morning tea, but ran into lunch, and then like sunbaked, followed by an afternoon of like chillaxing, completed with a cell-group session. Not to mention my random bouts of emailing, facebooking and toenail clipping. That's like one successful first day of holidays, I'd say.
Since we were discussing goal making (and my creation of sub-sub-goals) I've decided that I'm going to have to write a schedule/goal list for tomorrow. Just so I have some focus. It will involve something about finding houses, re-joining the Gym, shopping at my favourite op-shop, learning the first page of La Valse D'Amelie and maybe even some of Op. 64 No. 2 (Oh my word, I'm in love with this song at the moment, Chopin is da shiz!). Plus reading Inheritance by Paolini.
Oh, I must tell you that I have this really annoying pimple just above my lip. And I have to squeeze it, but every time I try, I scream, and that is kind of humiliating. So I will not squeeze the pimple, I will not squeeze the pimple, I will not squeeze the pimple, I am not crazy, I am not crazy.
I also read an article by the name of "Why Beautiful People Must Suffer" today and I thought this was apt for an acne blog (since I'm feeling like a teenage girl tonight):
Alright, I'm going to leave you with the obvious theme-song to my life: