The reunion conclusion

Don't go to high school reunions unless you were well loved by everyone. It's not worth it. Just visit a friend's house instead.

The reunion part 2

So I get in via pure luck and the teacher whom I called tried to laugh off her phone mishap, and even dares to tell me to turn HER phone OFF SILENT.

The nerve.

So I go to my friend and huddle next to her trying to keep warm and she's the only reason I came there in the first place.

Other than that, who else did I speak to?

Uh...

No one.

Obviously, I had no other friends there. And who wants to talk to people we aren't particularly close to.

Well, there goes the next hour of my life which I can't get back.

My dear good friend...why did you let yourself get forced to go to this waste of time event.

The reunion part 1

There was a reunion not too long ago. I arrived late due to circumstances.

They locked the door 2 minutes before I arrived and left a sign with a number to call to get in.

I called.

Twice.

No one answered.

If it weren't for the kind lady that just happened to find me on her way out, I would've stood there for an hour in the cold and wind in formal wear.

Not a good way to go.

The Act of Sacrifice

I will probably get a lot of ridicule from my non-existent readers. But I'm gonna post this anyway. Why? Because I'm a cynical excuse for a human that doesn't give a fruk. Let's go.

I was thinking about life and death again while on the toilet and my lazy mind came across the topic of those who are praised for losing their life saving someone and those that are ridiculed for saving there own life while someone else dies.

For example, if there was a burning house and here were two people trapped, and only one came out, he/she would be ridiculed for not helping the other that was inside.

I frankly think that kind of response is stupid.

I'm not degrading people who do give up their lives to save people, I'm not trying to take away anything from them. But that kind of response for the total opposite is preposterous. There is nothing wrong with wanting to live.

I think people only condemn that kind of behaviour because deep down, we know we would do the same as them. We are all selfish by nature, and who cares about other people's lives. But having the same kind of behaviour is boring, so to make us feel better about ourselves, we ridicule others that would do the exact same, because we can't bear to confess ourselves just as 'wrong'.

I see those that risk their lives to save someone and then die as a result and they are labelled a hero, but then those that failed to save lives and survived are seen as cowards. What~?

Those that died, respect to you. Those that lived, thank you for trying.

That too much to ask?

One thing I can't do...

...Is associate to anything with rape in it.

So if there is a movie or a book or a cartoon or a news story that has rape or implied rape in it, I will physically remove myself from its vicinity as long as I can help it.

I won't talk about it, I won't hear about it, NOTHING.

Imagine how hard it is for me to listen slash read the news...

YESSSSSSSS!!!!

I FINALLY WON ON MINESWEEPER AT DIFFICULTY LEVEL HARD!

ONE OF THE POINTS ON MY BUCKET LIST BITES THE DUST!

Speaking of university

I'm absolutely serious about this ok? No matter how absurd this post will be, I am drop dead serious.

From when I started to when I finished I generally use the same toilet cubicle each time. Always the second from the right.

I went there when nature called, I went there when I just wanted to be my self for a bit, I went there when I was feeling sick, I was there when the light fell, I watched the graffiti about some stranger's relationship fade to near nothing and I even ranted TO the toilet about things, be it school, work, or now no one can seem to keep the toilet clean.

I'm being honest when I say that cubicle will be one of the very few things I will miss about university. I had some rather good revelations and thoughts in that cubicle. It's almost like a third home.

Good bye cubicle.

It's almost over...

The year is almost over.

I'm nearly done with university.

I'm not sure if I'll be back here to study more but if I don't I just want to say something about it.

University is certainly an experience. Not exhilarating or exciting or even fun. Just an experience. I learnt things here and I met new people. I'll never forget some things that happened here.

I'm not saying I'll miss it here, but I'll remember it.

Whoops.

This blog was created so that I could post school stuff on it and so it wouldn't mix with my personal life.

But I update this more personally than my own personal blog.

....

Like A Boss.

Speaking of my old school.

I was invited to go back to my old school for a reunion.

...

It's on a Tuesday.

I'M NOT GONNA GIVE UP MY GOOD GAME TO REMEET WITH A BUNCH OF STRANGERS I RECOGNISE BY FACE!

So sorry.

Working!

Working in my old school library tomorrow.

Self reminder to hug the tree before going inside.

It's an inside joke.

While STILL in this restaurant

In the same restaurant, I went to the toilet.

One the door was this graffiti:

U R Beautiful

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise

............

HGN!

THAT'S GORGEOUS!

My faith in humanity upped just a fraction.

WOOP!

While in a restaurant...

A child at a table near me dropped her drink. I'm glad she didn't get injured from the resulting glass.

To make this post as weird as the rest and therefore normal, I found the sound of shattering glass oddly beautiful