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Ooh. ooh. ooh. What a random day. The class went nicely. It seems that when people speak in English, and don't make too many grammatical mistakes, I tend to concentrate more, and have a harder time faling asleep. Yay. Still, I should really find some kind of little bottle and put ultra-ultra strong coffee in it, so I can sip from it if I ever get very sleepy (in high school I used to fall asleep at every second lesson... in all the other lessons I spent my time fantasizing about fucking the teachers, so I didn't really spend much time concentrating). Other than the crappy Danish goth scene, I only kind of know 3 people in this country (my ex Mikael, my best friend Josse and this bloke Henrik I met half a year ago), and how fucking weird is it that it's exactly that Henrik that I found doing the same course as me, in the same group as me?! Yes, umm, I like nice random things. This kind of means that I don't really have to bother much at all with the whole "getting to know people" process, 'cause if I'm away, there's a big chance he'll be in class and I can ask him for assignments, etc. Speaking of which, I have an essay to write for next Thursday. "Why did I choose English?"... yes, why indeed. I'm not sure whether to lie and write a nice proper essay, or just write about my complicated and only semi-existent love-life, communication problems and the fact that I was bored and had nothing else to do, 'cause that's the real reason. Hmm...
On the way back I bumped into Mark, that guy from the goth scene that lives 20 meters away from me. Very random too, I've never seen him in normal work clothes, he actually looks much better.
Which reminds me of watching Ricky Lake yesterday, I'm not sure why... But, there was this guy there, complaining about his girlfriend smashing up his car, and now he has to walk "almost a whole mile" to work everyday. Given the fact that he doesn't live in a dangerous area, and the only reason he's complaining is because it's too far to walk, wow. Americans are funny. Still, I really shouldn't watch tv. After only 4 days of continuous US sitcom, etc. watching, my American accent has gotten much stronger (*just* when I thought it was about to go away...:-(), I've started saying "baby" to Ittai, ick, and I *actually* said "aks" instead of "ask" a few times yesterday... scary. Very very scary.
Bah, anyway, I'm going to get ready and go to a job interview type thingie. It's for a shop up north, not *too* far away really, making and selling chocolate. And, no, I don't want it so I can steal the chocolate, I want it because a) it's a job and I'm very broke b) it's hard to find a job and I'm very broke and c) if I work in a chocolate store, I'll probably get very tired of the smell of chocolate, so tired that I might stop eating it altogether, yay... Perfect way to get rid of a dependance. The boss said I sounded promising on the phone, wonder whether he'll tell me to piss off the second he sees the piercings, etc. *crossed fingers*
On the way back I bumped into Mark, that guy from the goth scene that lives 20 meters away from me. Very random too, I've never seen him in normal work clothes, he actually looks much better.
Which reminds me of watching Ricky Lake yesterday, I'm not sure why... But, there was this guy there, complaining about his girlfriend smashing up his car, and now he has to walk "almost a whole mile" to work everyday. Given the fact that he doesn't live in a dangerous area, and the only reason he's complaining is because it's too far to walk, wow. Americans are funny. Still, I really shouldn't watch tv. After only 4 days of continuous US sitcom, etc. watching, my American accent has gotten much stronger (*just* when I thought it was about to go away...:-(), I've started saying "baby" to Ittai, ick, and I *actually* said "aks" instead of "ask" a few times yesterday... scary. Very very scary.
Bah, anyway, I'm going to get ready and go to a job interview type thingie. It's for a shop up north, not *too* far away really, making and selling chocolate. And, no, I don't want it so I can steal the chocolate, I want it because a) it's a job and I'm very broke b) it's hard to find a job and I'm very broke and c) if I work in a chocolate store, I'll probably get very tired of the smell of chocolate, so tired that I might stop eating it altogether, yay... Perfect way to get rid of a dependance. The boss said I sounded promising on the phone, wonder whether he'll tell me to piss off the second he sees the piercings, etc. *crossed fingers*