What I'm actually a live journal when I write anything?
First things first: I'm still alive and most of the time I also think that the good thing. I could have written much lately, partly because I still think far too much and partly because a lot has happened.
My girlfriend Daria has separated from her boyfriend, whom she had two years together - that's longer than we know ourselves - and is now working with one of her many ex-boyfriends. Julia has decided to decrease, while I do not trust myself on the new scale, which have bought my mother and the fat and water content of the body displays. And Myriam has had a class move up, so I'm in my basic course is no longer so alone - just to name a few.
What could I write a lot, my love life, but then I got problems. So this is only one set: I've finally one, if not quite as one would imagine at my age. But I recently had
one ... We call's "experience" just as you are with a girl my age presents:
My girls, Jonny (Darias new friend), Jan (a friend of Jonny) and I wanted to go bowling and then to the "Pino's" , a cocktail bar, go.
The day began great, namely the fact that I noticed that I had forgotten my pill. I usually always take them 10:00 to 22:30 clock in the morning. This time I took them by 10:20 am taken. Were they now more or less than twelve hours?
After I had done enough crazy with this issue, pressed me to another: "What the hell I wear it?" Darias SMS that we style it is appropriate that we look older when we were planning something alcoholic to drink, I made the decision any easier. Where
me the choice of the appropriate upper even pretty much easy. I was simply the best my tops-with-more-gadgets-also-to-special-occasion wear out, to underwear and jeans, the top of the stack. Then I put on all the jeans went out again ("The Top does not match") and tried another. Given the weather conditions, it also seemed advisable to combine the top with a warmer top. After I tried on that is 80% of my Zippjacken collected, examined in the mirror and frustrated thrown on the bed had to then to fluctuate between the first and second and me but to choose the first, I decided after a long time back my shoes-for- special-occasions - which attract the 8cm stiletto heels. The idea I also was first not so bad. Only after I got the jeans once ("It looks stupid from the shoes.") And again ("So, I'm at it. But what was that again with the knees bend bowling change ...") had it occurred to me that I, even if you borrow for bowling shoes need a few hours would still have to run on these paragraphs. So I tried on two other pairs of shoes and chose one. Since both were sandals, I had to also attract other all-black socks. Black is also not black and dark blue, there are also still ...
After I finally any case with the bare bones of my outfit ready was missing, nor the right accessories and also not unimportant question: "What do you do with your hair?" had to be answered. This answer to me was not difficult: "Nothing you do with your hair - too much stress." Then the thought: "Jewellery?" So I'm in the vastness of my jewelry collection and dug it promoted items to days of which I did not think I own them. Make-up again then I would rather not even same. Finally, I had only one hour and still had to cook and eat.
The highlight of the whole story is that I am at the last moment but then changed her mind again and my beloved Trainers have attracted - and I would not have had the pants or the socks have to change - and that the whole effort was worthwhile at all natural. The evening was quite nice, but deadly dull. started
