That I am going to have a bath then put on fake tan instead of doing this report. Not just the tame Johnson’s lotion with tanning ‘agents’ in it. Actual fake tan.I have not done this since I tried Fake Bake when I was fourteen in 2005.
I just found a book called ‘What the Hell Is He Thinking?- All the Questions You’ve Ever Asked About Men Answered ’ in my sister’s room. Now why the hell would she need that? She has a boyfriend of about three years and they are pretty much an old married couple at eighteen years old. I may have to steal this book for the flat- this could be a game-changer for me and Jodie. Just like that time I brought in ‘How to Meet Cute Boys’, which I bought for ten pence out the Renfrew Library.
Watching Shutter Island with my mum. I’ve seen it before but my mum hasn’t. If any of you have seen it before you would understand why I am chuckling at how much everyone is acting up around Leo throughout the film. Bizarre when you really think about it.
I never "fall in love with" blogs, because "falling in love with" blogs is reserved for those type of people who "fall in love with" blogs because they have no social life and spend their time wishing they could live the life of the person who keeps said blog that they have "fallen in love with". But cut a long story short, I think I have "fallen in love with" your blog. I feel violated by your excellent blog posts.
I hate it when I’m referring to someone intelligent- a friend or a guy I like, doesn’t matter which- when speaking to my mum, and she feels the need to say;
'I hope you told them about how smart you are, with your Higher results!'
I actually snapped at her for saying something so irrelevant when I am telling a story, but she just laughed and brushed it off. I shouldn’t have been so annoyed given that, in her own way, she was trying to boost my morale. But I finished school two years ago. The 1s and As etc are on my cv, and they help me get a job. They reflect my long-lost ability to sit down and memorise pages from textbooks, write and re-write an over-analytical essay on a short poem, and push myself to learn theories and formulae which I will never use. Sure I defied a lot of my teachers’ expectations who doubted my commitment to the course- but as far as I’m concerned, school is out. It’s in the past. I don’t want to attribute my perceived ‘social standing’ to my past achievements. It doesn’t make me a better person in someone else’s eyes. In life you have to grow up, move on, and let go. It doesn’t do any good to hold on to something as trivial as Highers, A-Levels, Standard Grades or whatever as a means to justify yourself to other people who are intelligent or academic. I would think someone was a dickhead if they went around telling people their grades from school. What I’m trying to say, basically, is that I was a bit pissed off that my mum would feel I would have to tell someone my Higher results from a few years ago in order to gain respect, to get on their level. I do Fashion Marketing, and I ‘could have, would have’ chosen something else in Arts and Humanities as I qualified, but I didn’t want to. Moreover, people that say things like ‘I could have gone to uni if I wanted to’, ‘I could have did good in school, but I just couldn’t be bothered applying myself’ ‘I didn’t study at all but I still got a high grade’ do not impress anyone by saying so. The point is, we all know there are people who judge others based on how academic or ‘successful’ they are in life, but they are just being shallow. If you feel you have to prove yourself in that way, then maybe you should re-assess your values. Acknowledge your past achievements, appreciate where they got you to, but keep growing and learning because it doesn’t stop once you print off your cv.
And they don’t get you a boyfriend, much to my mother’s dismay.