Right, so I would have written about this yesterday when it happened but I was too tired when I got home.
Anyway, yesterday was the first day of a two-week long internship for me. Yay for being out of school these coming weeks and all, but I have to be there by 8 every morning... <_<
So the night before, I thought: "Fuck sleeping! I have to get up early anyways!" I hate how I always do that; but just like my neighbors will never stop watching porno with their curtains up, some things will never change.
The day was ok though, because I spent it cruising the mall after tricking the people I was supposed to work for by saying I was off to do "internship-related work at my own initiative". "Initiative" is the magic word in Swedish schools, because... well, it's kinda the no.1 thing that Swedish students lack. Apparently this translates into internship workplaces too, because they let me be on my way... woo!
However, being so tired from staying up all night, and consequently lacking more common sense than usual, I burnt a LOT of cash on pointless stuff - that is, right after I was done laughing at all my classmates who have turned into mallrats for these two weeks.
Ok, granted, I still justify the purchase of all the caffeine-filled drinks, as well as the lunch at McDonalds (I wouldn't have justified it, had my classmate I was there with allowed me to pay for his food too, but luckily he declined). But I ended up buying a lot of other stuff too, including the book "Dianetics" by L. Ron Hubbard (I am not a Scientologist, I just figured I'll eventually cost them a whole lot more than that silly book, so I might as well take my time to know my enemy).
Also, I, uh, bought a 24-pack of condoms. I won't see any action anyway so one might ask why, but my reason was perfectly rational and the story is in fact quite lulzy:
After I had been "doing teh hating" on one of my mallrat classmates for working in a coffee shop, he caved in to my mocking and agreed he definitely had to find a better place to work at. He went off to ask at the store in town where they sell erotica and stuff (his idea) and I tagged along because I had nothing better to do.
As we entered the store though, it became painfully obvious to me that two guys walking in together definitely sent the wrong signals to everyone else in there... *shrugs*
Well, we already were in an awkward situation, so I figured I might as well play along: I grabbed a pack of condoms at random and ran up to my classmate saying "How about these, hon?" He was talking to the cashier already, it was friggin' hillarious I tell you! XD
Since I didn't want to let my friend off the hook by going "haha I was joking ppl, k?" I ended up buying them without really thinking much about it... (My friend didn't get his internship by the way, but at any rate he's not mad at me, he actually tries to embarrass me much in the same way all the time, haha)
But so now what the hell do I do with these? I don't want the fun to be over just yet, so I'll have to think of something sufficiently epic. I could... wrap them up in paper and give as a present to my pregnant teacher - while making it look like they're from someone I don't like of course. I could even add a nice little note inside saying "This is for the good of our geene-pool", but I think that would be overkill and remove the lulz-factor.
I, uh, guess I could also just use them for what they're supposed to be used for. But come on, where's the fun in that??? Sex is about as spectacular as playing games while eating a bar of chocolate. Yeah... about the same... This, I want to cherish for life!
Quote of the day: I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
Anyway, yesterday was the first day of a two-week long internship for me. Yay for being out of school these coming weeks and all, but I have to be there by 8 every morning... <_<
So the night before, I thought: "Fuck sleeping! I have to get up early anyways!" I hate how I always do that; but just like my neighbors will never stop watching porno with their curtains up, some things will never change.
The day was ok though, because I spent it cruising the mall after tricking the people I was supposed to work for by saying I was off to do "internship-related work at my own initiative". "Initiative" is the magic word in Swedish schools, because... well, it's kinda the no.1 thing that Swedish students lack. Apparently this translates into internship workplaces too, because they let me be on my way... woo!
However, being so tired from staying up all night, and consequently lacking more common sense than usual, I burnt a LOT of cash on pointless stuff - that is, right after I was done laughing at all my classmates who have turned into mallrats for these two weeks.
Ok, granted, I still justify the purchase of all the caffeine-filled drinks, as well as the lunch at McDonalds (I wouldn't have justified it, had my classmate I was there with allowed me to pay for his food too, but luckily he declined). But I ended up buying a lot of other stuff too, including the book "Dianetics" by L. Ron Hubbard (I am not a Scientologist, I just figured I'll eventually cost them a whole lot more than that silly book, so I might as well take my time to know my enemy).
Also, I, uh, bought a 24-pack of condoms. I won't see any action anyway so one might ask why, but my reason was perfectly rational and the story is in fact quite lulzy:
After I had been "doing teh hating" on one of my mallrat classmates for working in a coffee shop, he caved in to my mocking and agreed he definitely had to find a better place to work at. He went off to ask at the store in town where they sell erotica and stuff (his idea) and I tagged along because I had nothing better to do.
As we entered the store though, it became painfully obvious to me that two guys walking in together definitely sent the wrong signals to everyone else in there... *shrugs*
Well, we already were in an awkward situation, so I figured I might as well play along: I grabbed a pack of condoms at random and ran up to my classmate saying "How about these, hon?" He was talking to the cashier already, it was friggin' hillarious I tell you! XD
Since I didn't want to let my friend off the hook by going "haha I was joking ppl, k?" I ended up buying them without really thinking much about it... (My friend didn't get his internship by the way, but at any rate he's not mad at me, he actually tries to embarrass me much in the same way all the time, haha)
But so now what the hell do I do with these? I don't want the fun to be over just yet, so I'll have to think of something sufficiently epic. I could... wrap them up in paper and give as a present to my pregnant teacher - while making it look like they're from someone I don't like of course. I could even add a nice little note inside saying "This is for the good of our geene-pool", but I think that would be overkill and remove the lulz-factor.
I, uh, guess I could also just use them for what they're supposed to be used for. But come on, where's the fun in that??? Sex is about as spectacular as playing games while eating a bar of chocolate. Yeah... about the same... This, I want to cherish for life!
Quote of the day: I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
