so I just spent entirely too much time researching universities (mainly because my school utterly sucks at giving us options outside of our state). more blathering under the cut.
sometimes school makes me want to bash my head against a desk.
…well this is the part where I shoot myself because my mum wants all As next term.
I can now confirm that whilst dancing all night in high heels IS possible, it’s highly discouraged (unless you like blisters).
during class today
Teacher: When I was a young boy...
Me and my friend: MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY.