Sooo. Well what can I say? Guess it's been just another of those weird day's you don't really think about until it's too late and too irrelevant to be able to remember it all. Well basically it goes like this;
I and Klara have just finished eating and are leaving EAT, close to the centre of Canterbury. Anna, Mohinii, Sophia and Beata were still eating and Emma had left earlier. She has so much to do before she goes to the Canaria Ilands on friday. I didn't feel like going home early, besides, I really have to stop being such a lazy-ass, so I thought I'd follow Klara to the train station where she'd check out the prices for tickets to London. Before that we'd check out the hotel where her parents'll be staying. On our way to the hotel we were approached by one of these "pleasy buy whatever nonsense I'm selling, I really don't wanna spend christmas in mum's cellar"-people. We were lucky though, this guy was actually kinda cute. Anyways, his name's Dylan and he's australian. Black hair (for real, didn't look emo-dyed), two day's stubble and a not too noticeable accent. Seemed slim, friendly face. Extremely nice person. Extremely keen on selling his stuff too, you might have thought the were illegal or something, his eagerness only due to that he wanted to get rid of the stuff before the cops find him. We talked to him for some time, or rather, so long you have to talk to someone who's selling stuff to feel the guilt for not buying. I tried to make Klara say something to end the konversation, but she kept on throwing the ball at me. It's ironical I guess, that I, who usually tend to seem so asocial even with people I feel almost comfortable around, couldn't really get myself to end the conversation. Maybe I just wanted to mess a bit with his head. Jeez I'm so mean sometimes. Even as compassionate as I am, I still act like a sadistic swine from time to time. But then again, confused people's suffering can actually be quite enjoyable. Maybe I just wanted to try to flirt for a bit. Bet Sarah'll tease me if I come home and can't honestly say that I didn't flirt with a single english guy. Oh hell, he wasn't english. Okay nvm.
Anyway, this part of the adventure ended with the three of us walking towards the closest cash machine. It didn't work and there was a long que to the other one, so we headed for a bank. When attempting to withdraw money from my account, I got the usual "remove your card" and "calculating yout money"-signs, and so I did. And no money popped out. I was like wtf, staring intensly at the machine as if hoping that a sign saying "just kidding" would show up, and with it my money. I had ordered £50 and I didn't approve to the idea of those money being erased from the surface of the earth. The little australian grasped the situation, and guided us to the help desk. Anyway's the muttering guy behind the desk said that "eeh well it isn't our card so eeeh we can't see if anything has been withdrawn from your account and eeeh well try at another bank, eeh next door?" So we did, but of course it didn't work. At this time I was beginning to feel both worried, stressed and a bit stupid, and a bet mr Stewie Irwin's wasn't feeling very comfortable either. Klara and I said that we'd go to Tesco's and see if we'd be able to get any money. Dylan said he'd go back and we could come back when we had fixed the money. He didn't just follow us around, it wasn't like that. He apologised for the inconvenience (alot) and tried a bit of small talk. I tried to joke about that "with my luck, next time the machine will probably burst out in flames or something" so that he wouldn't feel as if he was giving us a hard time. Anyway, we wen't to Tesco and tried again, without much luck. I wasn't able to get any money. We went back to the first bank and tried again, talked to the muttering guy again. He referred us to a lady who told us that the machine had been misfunctioned earlier, but that it hadn't taken any money from my account. I didn't really believe her, because if that was so, then why the hell didn't I have any money on my account? She asked me to try again with another machine and, of course, it worked. I only asked to get £20 though, so I still doubted what the lady had said. I was content, even if only for the moment, but I only had 60£ in my walled and absolutely no idea about how much I had on my account. I didn't dare to spend them on something as silly as paintball... But I wouldn't be able to stand myself, and I doubt Klara'd either, if I just dissed Dylan and walked away, after all that he had done for us. We didn't have any choice but to go back and tell him that something was wrong with my account. That way we'd still have at least parts of our pride, a true excuse, and our money in our own pockets.
We walked back, but he was busy talkin to some other girls atm, so we continued on, and I was feeling extremely uncomfortable, a bad headache felt as if approaching and my feet hurt. We checked out the hotel and then headed back. Klara seemed completely charmed by the guy and said that she'd pay me now as long as I paid her back before we go home, but I couldn't say yes to that. I had avoided saying no far too much already. I told her that I couldn't pay for something I didn't feel sure about anymore and I sure didn't want to be in debt to her either. I already own money to a lot of people, don't need to add more to that list.
Anyway, we went back to where he'd been. He was just finishing of some customer who hadn't swallowed the beit as easily as us, the naive swedish girls.. As we half ran towards him, some other of his kin, the paintball-guys, asked us and Dylan approached some other girls. That moment my brain failed for a while, which I hate when it does. These next few seconds are a bit of a blur, thanks to my ability to escape reality, but basically Klara saved me (and probably not realising that she did) by saying, that we had already talked to Dylan, whom atm was being photographed by the girls (they had dressed him up in a coconut bra, bast skirt and plastic flower power). After the quick photoshoot he ran up to us, seemingly please by the fact that we hadn't run away. I informed him of the situation, but he seemed fairly content. His customers probably run off most of the time. We thanked him and apologised for taking so much of his time, got a hug each (this was the second one we got I think) and then waved goodbye to each other. A few seconds later something bumped into me, and guess who if it wasn't mr Dylan again. So I said, originally enoguh "You again" (in an, at least to me, fairly happy voice). He said that he'd had a quick word with his boss and that he could sell them to me anyway. He said that he could take my card details and try and if it didn't work, (I'm giggling while writing this) "the worst thing that could happen is that you get 24 free tickets". Doesn't sound too bad to me. Well he took my card details, I really couldn't refuse this time, laughed quite confused at my swedish card and teased me about my signiature. I laughed with him, just happy that I could make someone else happy and teased him back, just a little bit. We got another hug (though we had to share this one O: ) and thanked him once more before leaving.
I realize now, as I sit with the free tickets, that he didn't plan to charge me at all. He gave them to me. When adding my details, he just wrote them down and wrote a fictional post code since I didn't knew mine. My card doesn't work with much, thanks to the add-on of visa ung, and it surely doesn't work if I don't have the right details to it. So basically, he couldn't possibly get any money from my account. Besides, I only have 58 sek on it.. haha.
I feel like such and ass. Really. Nice guys shouldn't have jobs where they can get exploitered (fuck how do I spell it?) or well ehm used. Now I make him sound like a child prostitute, that isn't what I ment. I'm just saying that he should get a job where his niceness can be appreciated in a more appropiate and real way. I don't think he'd fit as a desk job though. He seemed quite fit, wonder if he likes surfing? Well what difference does it make. I'm not very likely to see him again. Doesn't bother be too much though, I'm way too good at looking like an idiot for my own good.
He had cold and hard skin. Makes me wonder. Makes me happy.
Loves
/Lovisa
Also this is how you punt moglins:
DragonFable Mini game Moglin Punting.Level. Angle/ Power
1. 46/57
2. 29/81
3. 64/89
4. 72/50
5. 39/75
6. 66/78
7. 65/86
8. 58/100
9. 9/80
10. 33/75
11. 32/85
12. 42/100
13. 86/53
14. 68/54
15. 53/95
16. 31/85
17. 72/54
18. 72/51
19. 12/51
20. 80/65
21. 61/98
22. 40/100
23. 30/100
24. 53/89
25. 86/100
26. 55/55
27. 79/71
28. 55/76
29. 50/100
30. 45/90
31. 82/62
32. 40/80
33. 50/90
34. 63/90
35. 45/85
36. 87/67
37. 83/77
38. 45/80
39. 85/95
40. 85/68
41. 3/100
42. 35/66
43. 78/79
44. 80/6
0 time it right
45. 80/70 time it right
46. 73/55 time it right
47. 84/52
48. 84/52 time it right
49. 74/73 time it right
50. 83/100 time it right
Bonus 51. 80/100 time it right and be good at the game Pong.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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