You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Now dance, fucker, dance
man he never ever had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you lead the way
show the light of day
nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

Trust deceived!

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit em' right between the eyes
Hit em' right between the eyes

I turned 18 almost half a year ago so why in the name of all that's holy, cherished and furry am I listening to skatepunk that I adored when I was 13? Admitting to liking The Offspring costs you some 500 grown up-points, just like that.

The Mocks are on and this far I've survived with some merit -- I've gotten through both English, psychology and Swedish with at least decent results. Now there's only history left, then I will fail mathematics and biology, and then the pain is over.

Or, schoolwise at least. More about that later.

Managed to get to the morning mocks in proper time and spent some time in the basement, talking Croatia, before going to the assembly hall. And on the note of the Croatia trip I have now entered another level of panic, as it seems like the tickets are getting more expensive by the day. Bugger. Sent another e-mail to Cimber asking why-the-hell it is that way.

A few months ago I made a vow to the moon and stars (anyone that gets the reference gets a cookie) that I would not take the place of head organiser for the Croatia trip. And even then, I am now in some kind of Obergruppenführer position, sending e-mails right and left and talking to my co-organisers up and down. How did this happen?

At the same time... I think I like it. At least a bit.

Met Alex -- although not the "regular" Alex, so this one will henceforth be called Alx -- on the bus today. Apparently he's got an English teacher with a hot ass. What can you expect from a school where every teacher appears to be below 30?


D-day, as in driving theory test-day, at Forum Ystad down by old Lv4 14:30. Driving has made me feel like a bloody failure or a hopeless case more times than I want to remember, but now the finish is within sight.

Yes, I am quite very nervous about the test tomorrow. I never feel sure of myself before things like that, and this one is of extra importance as a failure will lead to lost money and re-booking and whoop-dee-doo, I'll have a driving test in the middle of the exam week. It's bound to happen.

But I don't care if I'm nervous. I don't care if I don't really believe in my capability there for the moment, because I do not want this thing to hunt me any longer. When I biked home from the driving school today the sky in west was tangerine with steel-grey clouds and Dexter Holland gave words to my feelings.

Dance fucker, dance. I'm coming for you.

Dance fucker, dance.

Tomorrow we'll know who danced, and who fucked who.

Wish me luck.

(And good luck, all you lost souls taking the Chemistry exam -- when not shitting bricks over my own test, I'll hold my thumbs for you.)


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