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[labellementeuse]

Every time I walk past a Lush shop, I feel like the most ridiculous sort of girly-girl. I have in the past happily washed with Budget shampoo and conditioner, I've never dyed my hair, I cut it about once a year and blowdry every twelvth of never, I don't own moisturiser or any kind of hand or foot cream and as far as skincare goes I have a gel cleanser I never use. I do use liquid soap and I do try for something that smells good and I have been using the same type of shampoo and conditioner for nearly two years now, but that's the extent of my investment in the girly luxuries. I'm just way too lazy for anything else.

But Lush absolutely destroys me. For a very long time, for various reasons, I had almost no sense of smell. That got fixed a few years back, but for awhile in there Lush products were some of the few really great smells I could, well, smell. Now that I can actually smell them properly? oh my god take me now.

That said! Sometimes, my favourite thing about Lush is what you can tell about the people who buy them. For example, my mother just bought me two samples of Wow Wow mask, a big pot of Coconut and Almond Smoothie (which smells more like peanut butter Jelly Bellies to me, but hey), a tub of Marilyn (chamomile designed to smooth your hair and, with regular use, make it lighter; smells like beeswax. So yummy.), a bar of the citrus-y Happy, and one of You Snap the Whip.

From which I deduce! My mother wants me to be more assertive (I'm not sure you get much more assertive than me), have more "wow", be more happy, and... be like Marilyn Monroe. Which, I don't know, suicidal and married to Arthur Miller? Good call, mum. However, it all smells so great I don't really give a damn.

My life for the past few days has been defined by a sort of... temporal dislocation. When my dad came to pick me up on Thursday, it was the 28th of September. However, as related elsewhere, I was operating under the impression it was the 28th of October - the day before his birthday, so I baked him a birthday cake. The cake was damn good, mind you, but: "Isn't it your birthday tomorrow? ... no? ... It's not October?"

Then today I realised that it's not the last week of lectures! No, that's next week! This is excellent news.

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[labellementeuse.livejournal.com]

Well, we only have universities here, so I usually just translate from university to college and assume everyone will know what I mean. Um, so what I really meant was you're a real tertiary education student! Fighting with the system is NORMAL, really.

Sounds about right to me. :P

We have had an educational overhaul, but not in tertiary, in secondary. Unfortunately, I was guinea pig year every, single. year for secondary, so I TOTALLY feel your pain. We don't normally have hugely restrictive requirements for graduating, though; I'm just doing a slightly complicated thing whereby... you know, it's boring and complicated and I don't understand it myself, so I'll just not explain it, but: I really, really sympathise. :P

[kitsunerei88]

yeah, our education overhaul was all throughout the education system. I was about three years after the guinea pig year, but it STILL affected me because it was so huge. What they did was get rid of a grade of high school, because we used to have a Grade 13. During the overhaul, they got rid of grade 13, shifted all the education down to cram it into a K12 system, and introduced standardised testing (which is, IMO, the most ridiculous thing ever) and it reverbated to university because they couldn't cram EVERYTHING in. My boyfriend had done integrals and trig derivatives in high school, and it was part of the curriculum then. It's not anymore, so I don't know it and won't learn it until later this year --''. Crappy Conservatve government!