Being Absent-Minded

I had something interesting and profound to say, seriously, but I have forgotten it.

The lack of posting is due to being home over the weekend. Going home thursday and staying all the way through sunday was quite an overdose, actually. Unless my edgyness was caused by the generous amounts of chemicals introduced in the form of chocolate and liqorice, it seems I can't handle being with my family for very long anymore. I thought I'd test the hypothesis by not eating any candy of other snacks next weekend (a good practice of discipline and faith too). If it's still a problem, I may have to rethink my plans of studying from home next year. It may still work if I get my driver's licence and live above the garage, but it will take serious self-discipline if I'm to practice driving. Driving is boring. My mind tends to wander.

Going to K-stad tomorrow. Bringing home friends from there. I'm going to flunk my philosophy test because of it, so they better entertain me. =P

Step Away From My Father!

Okay, now I'm egocentric but you have to hear this. Today we had that "don't drink and drive" thing at school (again), yes yes very relevant to me who have seen the "informative movie" twice before, don't have a driver's license, don't drink, don't party and don't take walks along the highroad. Anyway. Afterwards the woman showing the movie talked about how to stop a friend from driving drunk. She said if you can't, you can always anonymously tip the police and let them take your friend in (good advice methinks). She went on saying this, roughly, but honestly:

"Then we are so lucky to live in northern Värmland where we have aChief of Police named *insert my father's name* who thinks it's very important to hear what the people have to say, so he has installed a special phonenumber where you can call, and always get to a policeman on duty in the area, no matter the time of day. (Since the normal phonenumber keeps connecting you further and further away if no one answers, eventually dropping you off somewhere god knows where, like Skåne.) The rest of the police areas in Värmland doesn't like this, since it's so good, and they don't have it."

I swear, that's what she said! She praised my father for, like, 10 minutes, going on about what he'd done and that she'd met him somewhere. Damned. Never let the woman near him without my mother's presence, I say. But aside from that, I could have lifted like a balloon from my chair from pride.

Sorry. Had to vent it. I'll call dad tomorrow and tell him. And watch him balloon too ^^.