Mehr und mehr dünner werde ich...
So Friday night was awesome. I went out to The Court with Elise and Donna, which was supposed to be Elise’s farewell; because the slag is going off to Germany in a few weeks for a year to live and work as an OP *Insert insane amounts of envy here* However, we stopped at Java Joe before going out there and had a four-shot redeye each, then Donna rocked up and gave me vodka. The dear, I love her so much. We went out, danced and laughed a lot. I was so enthralled that Elise a) was having a good time in a gay bar, and b) that Donna and Elise were getting along so well.
Whilst we were standing at the outside bar, I saw someone there who looked familiar. I was looking at him every now and then trying to work out where I knew him from. He then came up to me and said ‘I think I know you, but I don’t know where from…’ I said the same, and we stood there for a short time trying to work it out. He then asked me ‘Could I speak with you privately?’ I said certainly, of course, and so we walked off to a table to the side. One question brought all the memories back.
‘Did you used to go to a youth group in Kenwick?’
I paused for a moment, gasped, then asked;
‘Mark?!’
He was the Paster for the youth group that I went to. I always had my suspicions, for he never had a girlfriend in that time, despite his very good looks and he was always especially kind unto me. We stood there dumbfounded and spoke about him coming out. Then we complemented each other for a bit, and with that he had to leave.
After all the dancing and whatnot there, we went up to Connections. Not much to report really, however the people who used to snub me off beforehand are now checking me out. *Rolls eyes*
We’re going to do it again this Saturday night. All should come out with us!!!
Il y a quelqu’un qui m’intéresse, mais est un peu trop intense pour moi maintenant. Il m’envoie des textos le jour et m’appelle ‘mignon’ tous les temps. Il me complément beaucoup, et s’est placé la main sur ma jambe pendant le douzième café que nous avions. C’est trop vite pour moi, et c’a fait peur mes sentiments. Je dois lui dire d’aller plus lentement. C’est comme ça…
I had to work on Sunday night, regardless of the fact that I had an exam on Monday morning. I had to pull an all-nighter in order to get the last bit of study in. By the time I slept after the exam, I had been awake for fourty-nine hours! I slept so well that I missed my next exam. I’ll be contacting my lecturer soon to assess what I may do.
Сейчас что есть три люди кем можно разговорить! Как всепобеждающий!!!
... And just because I know you haven't had enough of my face...
Whilst we were standing at the outside bar, I saw someone there who looked familiar. I was looking at him every now and then trying to work out where I knew him from. He then came up to me and said ‘I think I know you, but I don’t know where from…’ I said the same, and we stood there for a short time trying to work it out. He then asked me ‘Could I speak with you privately?’ I said certainly, of course, and so we walked off to a table to the side. One question brought all the memories back.
‘Did you used to go to a youth group in Kenwick?’
I paused for a moment, gasped, then asked;
‘Mark?!’
He was the Paster for the youth group that I went to. I always had my suspicions, for he never had a girlfriend in that time, despite his very good looks and he was always especially kind unto me. We stood there dumbfounded and spoke about him coming out. Then we complemented each other for a bit, and with that he had to leave.
After all the dancing and whatnot there, we went up to Connections. Not much to report really, however the people who used to snub me off beforehand are now checking me out. *Rolls eyes*
We’re going to do it again this Saturday night. All should come out with us!!!
Il y a quelqu’un qui m’intéresse, mais est un peu trop intense pour moi maintenant. Il m’envoie des textos le jour et m’appelle ‘mignon’ tous les temps. Il me complément beaucoup, et s’est placé la main sur ma jambe pendant le douzième café que nous avions. C’est trop vite pour moi, et c’a fait peur mes sentiments. Je dois lui dire d’aller plus lentement. C’est comme ça…
I had to work on Sunday night, regardless of the fact that I had an exam on Monday morning. I had to pull an all-nighter in order to get the last bit of study in. By the time I slept after the exam, I had been awake for fourty-nine hours! I slept so well that I missed my next exam. I’ll be contacting my lecturer soon to assess what I may do.
Сейчас что есть три люди кем можно разговорить! Как всепобеждающий!!!
... And just because I know you haven't had enough of my face...