Ah the beauty of being a private school girl…. But wait, not any private school girl – a CATHOLIC private school girl.
Every morning we go to the chapel and have prayer. When we go in my make the sign of the cross to the virgin mother Mary. If you don’t the statue of Jesus over the alter will start bleeding and you’ll go to hell. It’s true. Apparently. I haven’t seen it happen myself, but my friend said that her uncle saw Jesus bleeding once after he forgot to cross himself.
I’m also lucky enough to be told every day that if I do bad things, I will be enveloped into hell and have my entrails eaten by the devil himself. Fair enough.
Hells the place for bad people. Its really hot and stuff, not hot like the Gold Coast… but like, Longreach hot. Like getting baked alive… so if the devil doesn’t eat you he’ll make you his slave for eternity in a fiery pit of doom.
So we all have to be super careful no to do bad things.
Murder, rape, idols (I thought watching aussie idol was a sin for years) gluttony and that kinda shit crosses herself, also swearing, drinking, drugs, sex, rock and roll, boys…some Leonardo Dicaprio movies, short skirts, short dresses, short shorts, long baths (that’s for water restrictions) … and of course all references to any other religions.
I know that a pajama party with the girls eating cucumber sandwiches can way radical…. but its like I’m a dog on a collar (oh oh wait that’s a sin as well).
All I can say is thank GOD crosses herself I want to be a nun when I grow up. Phew.
Navy and white … what can I say? My favourite colours.
My little rant about being the school girl that I am. this is non-fictional work right here…. my life is just like this – almost ;)
I was debating whether it belonged in jounals or writing… hmm… well chose writing.