Expect the unexpected

I thought I was in the mood to write something great and memorable but, as I tried, nothing came out so I thought i'd just babble about something that happened to me.

Yesterday was a pretty normal day till about 1 o'clock, I had a really good class in the morning, the first one i've enjoyed for a long time, cos most of my course is just molecular based medical stuff. It's really nothing i'm ever going to have a conversation with anyone about except a teacher or an over enthusiastic goon who actually likes endothelial progenitor cells....... and believe me there are quite a few here. But i'm getting sidetracked.....

After the really interesting lecture which (amoungst more relevant stuff) I learnt that guinea pigs cannot have heart attacks.... not even if you really try to fuck them up, which probably pleased Nicole a bit........... well after that I was just sitting down in my university quad typing a text to Dean when i noticed these 3 people with clipboards looking at me. I just didn't want them to be bible bashing christians hell bent on making me join their cult. Then they started walking over to me and in typical English fashion i was screaming ''FUCK!!'' in my head but doing absolutely nothing in reality.

So this guy sat down next to me and in this Aussie accent was like ''g'day mate! you got 5 minutes?''...... i thought 'no, you can't have any of my minutes please just fuck off and leave me alone'..... to which in reality I replied ''yes of course''. I hate these situations, i can never get those people that want you to sign up to charities or cross country excursions or subsriptions to shoe magazines to leave me the fuck alone. I just have to be polite, which really bugs me.

So he starts sayin all this stuff about he's working for Abercrombie and Fitch and needs people to work in this new store they're opening in London to which I didn't really listen and then he said 'so you'd be working as a model'.......... wha?! a model? Suddenly i'm awake and thinking about how my dad might kick my arse.... then i listen again and the guy was asking me to come to a casting session the next day at 3pm for a chance to work in their store as a model.

I didn't know what to say, but immediately tried to act cool by being sort of disinterested but said i'd come if i had time. And they said i could work there as much or little as i want, and they would give me clothes and discounts for my Girlfriend. So basically i don't know what the fuck is wrong with the world but the guy must have been either drunk or blind or both. And it was a bit worrying that it was a guy that asked me i guess....

So i asked my girlfriend if i should do it and she was like ''yea! do it!! i'd do it without a thought!!''.....quickly followed by.... ''wait, will there be girl models there too?''......yes......which exhibited the response..... ''no, i don't like it''........ so that's a 'yes do it' in bloke speak....... but with a cue for me to tell her she is the most beautiful girl i've ever seen.... and she is, but she will never believe this because thats what girls do..... but it's ok.... because she'll give me more cues to tell her this and i will never ever stop saying it, because it's the truth ;)

So anyway i gotta go to a lecture on endothelial progenitor cells and vascular repair....... and then to this interview..........

I've already had comments about this, which is partly due to the fact i told everyone and partly cos half of them are jealous...... i can't even afford the clothes they sell in this shop anyway!!! The best one was ''so they need models for the new kids range then?'' as i'm not the tallest bloke in the world, certainly not model tall.... but it takes all sorts i guess.... whatever floats your boat.

So wish me luck people........ xXxXx szeretlek älskling.