hello everybody, it's been over a month (I think) since my last blog, why I'm sounding like im in a confession booth I don't know, not that there will be any confessions or anything just a weird story.
Here's how it begins, I decided to go for a walkwhile listening to a podcast called The Bitterest Pill, which is pretty funny. it's basically just a failed actor/stay at home dad who talks about some of the things concerning him. yeah, anyway I decide to just walk until I've listened to this podcast which is about an hour long and then go home while listening to my favourite podcast, Never Not Funny, which is also about and hour long. So It would work out perfectly, I ended up walking to this record store called Bengans, Åsa's probably the only one who can get something out of that piece of information, but I walked there, took a spin around the place hoping to find some of the albums of bands I listen to but do not own the CDs...but I couldn't find anything. I actually thought I would find anything I was looking for in that store, maybe I was looking in the wrong place but I don't think so. Ok, drifting from the subject again.
My point is that on my way home, I've been out walking for about an hour and a half now and I'm 10 min from home when this guy with a bike stops me.Excuse me, or Hi he says. I take my earphones out expecting him to ask a question or ask for directions or some thing like that. But he just say something along with "Lovely day, isn't is?" "Not may people out today" "have you've been out walking?" "Where are you going?" I'm answering telling him that I've been out for a while now, I'm on my way home and so on.
He's making small talk while I'm thinking that i don't have time for this,I'm listening to a podcast, if you wanna have a conversation too let me hit the pause button or something. Rewinding never crosses my mind so I'm just thinking hurry up ask me for directions already.
So when this guy, who's in his forty's to say the least, asks me, an 18 year old girl, definitely not looking older than my age, probably younger with an old t-shirt, worn jeans, fake converse, a hoodie in my hand, looking very much like a kid, he asks me if I have the time to grab a cup of coffee? SAY WHAT? SERIOUSLY? WHAT KIND OF A CREEP ARE YOU?I don't tell him this of course, I tell him that I'm on my way home now. I noticed he was headed the direction I just came from before he began being a potential creep, so when he say that he's gonna walk his bike up the slope that's just where we are, in the way I'm going, I start to think that this is a total maniac that I'm never gonna be able to shake now. What if he follows me home?What he he simply just keeps on talking to me? I don't wanna be nice anymore I just wanna get out of there, quick. So I just try to mind my own business, I rewind my podcast, put on my hoodie, start walking a little faster, avoiding any chance of eye contact what so ever. And I manage to shake him, I'm ahead of him and he hasn't said anything more. But I don't dare to look over my shoulder to see where he's at. For all I know he's lurching right behind me. But if I look back and he is close by and sees me looking back I don't know what he's gonna do. Ask for my number? I did dare to trun around and look and a see that we are now headed separate directions at least. I can relax again.He probably wouldn't have druged and raped me in the middle of the afternoonbut what kind of a man does something like that? He's old enough to be my dad and there was no doubt about it. What would have happened if I had agreed? Eventually been introduced to his 10 and 7 year old kids and ex wife at a garden party somewhere in Majorna? (Yes, I imagine him living there, to you who know what I'm talking about).
Yeah, that never would have happened.
Wow, who knew it took a sleazy guy to write a blog as long as this one? If you've made it this far and actually read it all that is, I hope it wasn't a too boring of a subject. I'm actually gonna go on and change the subject. I have to write a line or two about prom as well.
The marching-band parade down the avenue thingy to get to the venue felt pretty strange. Like we're all that? Like prom is all that? Made me feel a bit awkward and if felt like it...I don't know actually, but closing a street so that we could walk down the street to the venue? Really?
When we'd all finally got inside an were to be seated me and Åsa, my lovely date for the evening:P got seated next to the annoying guys in our cl@ssThey ruined the mood my just existing. Especially with Carl calling me Giffen or something all the time, like it's funny. Like I don't know. He's so stupid sometimes, I wished I'd done something cool to make him shut up but I couldn't think of anything. As dinner was over the fun started, Natalia hes two dates and I had fun sitting and talking and then dancing the waltz. Dario and I had no ide what we were doing so we just counted all the other couples we bumped in to, we ended up with 23. No, not really. but out of Natalia, Fredrik, Åsa, Elin and Emilie we was the worst. Then we partied like it was 1999 until our feet were killing us. before we were about to leave, Åsa and I, a bunch of us sat around on the floor in the hall way, all being pretty tired but happy. Prom ended up being pretty cool after all. I just got a bit pissed at Max for having seen yet another of my favourite bands live, it's cool that he likes the stuff that I like but he's still an @ss. Makes me wanna go to the Reading festival even more, but their sold out by now I think. Maybe I'll go next year, hopefully there will be cool bands there then too.
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