The first week is over. Which means I am done with 7 out of 10 written exams. Which means I am three exams away from being done with the international baccalaureate. This weekend I only have to revise my English literature and remember useful quotations and then I have until the 17th for German. Because I going to study soooo much for German. Gee, that language really gets to me. All the grammar and vocabulary I still have to learn. It a joke.
And once I done with all of this I going here. Oh well it might not be amongst the top 10 in the world but it sure looks pretty. I can't stand the judgment people make when you tell them you chose to go to a completely average university in your home country. Because they think if it happens to not be in the US or England or Canada or whatever they obviously must suck. But come on guys, just because the name University of Vienna might not be as recognized as Harvard, Yale, NYU, LSE or whatnot, doesn't mean that you receive a less great education and have fewer chances as everyone else in the world. Because ultimately when you're looking for a job they won't look at where you went but what you did. Because they look for people with experience rather than academic attainment. And if you got both, well then that brilliant. Okay, weight off my chest.
Yesterday we got our personal leavers' booklets. With our own individual pages of photos, messages etc. and the pages which me and Julie designed were first! Haha we did feel pretty special about that. Although I look like a bit of a Viking right now. Maybe Il scan it and post it here. So you understand. but not now because I actually not allowing myself to mess around with the computer too much these days since it just wastes a lot of time, but then hey, I here on xanga writing this so I have not been that persistent.
 
Seeing this made me undescribingly happy. My all-time favourite boyband. Forget the Backstreet Boys, screw Westlife. These guys are it. All I can say is . . . relight my fire, your love is my only desire. Oh yeeeaaah.
And I felt like sharing this with everyone:
Ladies and gentlemen, of the class of '06.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
- Baz Luhrmann
"Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)"
http://www.horsman.co.nz/story.do?id=72
That is pretty damn funny. People sometimes . . . outrageous really.
Oh yeah and before I forget. Happy birthday of your wedding day to you two.
Hab' euch lieb.
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