filled evenings. Full of alcohol, smoke-filled, full of people, full of life, those nights that create illusions hasty, that disappear quickly in the morning.
But this time it was a bit 'different
~ I took the bus to lobby for a pure miracle, last night at eight, to sprint just after the medical school guide. They then arrived at the home of Fra - yes, his name is like me - on time (for once!) And I had plenty of time to change and settle down a little.
We were in a pizzeria, about ten o'clock, to dine at last. Silvia And he looked at me - and perhaps the first time I really saw - and asked me But you're a special girl?
I did not know that answer: I was shut up, I looked to my side One who smiled and was uncertain as me. And she did not intend there to say 'strange', but eccentric. He meant an artist, I go out of high school I want to do art and artist in the academy and we are therefore we are all a bit 'so . I told her
yes, maybe, maybe I am a bit 'special.
But the rest of the dinner was fine ~ we talked and laughed, laughed so hard that I almost choked on the pizza.
And there was more tension - this time in part - perhaps for good understanding. Maybe because we have all three talking a considerable and many things to say.
About eleven o'clock we entered the Macoba and yes, it was definitely early, there were few people and those few do not even know.
time twenty minutes and we were joined by friends Silvia. From then on
:
Alcohol!
conga * *
The first round has paid Daniele. And Daniel is a guy that I had ever seen - I have presented last night - and it's nice, one that talks about why he studied medicine at the Chieti, one that plays when he looks away and when you talk with others staring at you.
She stared at me sometimes.
And I was happy because I had disguised my breasts with a tiny padded bra rather, because I was dressed nice, because I was sitting in my friends pretty well. Because I forgot the gloom.
They told me that years ago he lost to a girl named Marcia, who seems to be just beautiful and unreachable.
The second round, however, has paid Silvia. The funny thing? No one had ordered something and did not ask: was the waitress to bring us a Fishing Vodka Lemon (and I do not even understand what kind of drinks are!) Each. It was done quite well, despite the strange taste.
Hence the talk, listen to others speak, say little about him. Indeed, to say the least.
the third drink we went to the counter and I Among the crowd, we felt a bit 'to dance but the evening was so very busy (ie, not very busy considering the standard of Macoba, but just because there were people motion) that we have surrendered. We go outside, because there we had the most fun things to do: That
scrounge cigarettes, our favorite sport by getting drunk ♥ _ ♥!
course, what led to the classic moment gossip, in which she informed me of facts & misdeeds of all the people we had around, who was at the table with us, who did what, and above all I said a guy who was not far from us and that was the former boyfriend of the former girlfriend of her ex-boyfriend. That's old boyfriend of Christina as well.
Yes.
And we discussed these plots to which I am not used to it, because I do not live in a country and few people know where I live (I do not even recognize my neighbors, so to speak), you approach a guy.
baggy pants, funny hats, felpone: filoalternativo for Scazzi, went to the medium with a friend of ours, is often a track record. Spoken strange.
approached us with this sentence:
Well, but you do not do too much sexy!
And then he went away laughing.
From here onwards there has appeared before every time - every time, really - that we went out to scrounge (we took a cigarette from him). He knows both his brother and sister of Fra, knew who can cook the cakes, he wanted to make cakes with her, asked me my name, my last name, where I live, if sound, which he saw on facebook a picture of my room (do not know how) and found it pretty right.
We do not understand what he wanted. Apart from the cakes.
Inside the room, however, proceeded with confidence. At one point he approached the bouncers (bouncers ~ we LOVED our ridiculously her fangirl) who saw my tattoo (I would have more than one, but it goes well, I only saw this one) and wanted to know what it was and meaning. I told him what it was.
But I have explained the meaning
xD Do not tell anyone, really. Among
He and they agreed that next Friday I do not drink so much that I'm aware of to explain it. Deluded! Will never succeed in this mission X'd
And the night is over here, at this point.
important pieces (randomly occurring):
- Silvia can not park. I do not know how to do: One is due to come down and took her place and she has placed the machine (which will not even twenty years and yes and no power steering);
- Atri is worse at night with the machine, increasing risks to front, because they're all here at this CINCH '
- I will at some point I started to babble on my old Italian teacher in high school, saying that one day we must bring to dance, which I fangirl she becomes the Bouncer and get engaged. I really said.
- I talked about Matthew Sylvia. But how stupid, from one to twenty? Twenty-five, maybe.
- The One I convinced her to go to the disco O_o I do not know how she did it, honestly I do not even remember, but apparently I said yes. Oh, and says that I have resigned . I asked what he meant by this morning but was unable to answer.
this morning: Wake up at ten hours surprisingly decent breakfast of coffee, biscuits Ciocofroll (there were too many stories to tell about these damn cookies, which are not even that good, and that on the morning gave us) and Far and Away. We have seen commenting
defects, such as Tom Cruise wandering for days on a donkey and his clothes ironed and smelling even at the dawn of the fifth day, or Nicole Kidman perfectly made up with his eyebrows redone.
The usual numbness / headaches and the usual throat ravaged by acid of too much alcohol. It will be the first awakening to his house where his mother has broken boxes too (in fact, did not tell us anything!) (Apart from a bit Spoilerati 'the film ...) and it was quite another room while we had breakfast.
At eleven o'clock we went out to go shopping.
At eleven and a half I took the bus back home.
At twelve twenty p.m. I was home (I also have to get there had to go through the market and - the - how I hate the market!)
Now I'm here I still have not decided what to do with my day. But this evening at nine am with the One - again - and Ilaria, let's get Chinese.
Poooi we add to Valerie and her friend and go for the course.
Maybe.
Maybe, but why not?
Ah, last thing! The tuner for guitar Fra, metalhead-style tamarro with little lights FLASHING *__*!!!
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