Thursday, 17 July 2014

Invite Yourself To A Restaurant

                Most people are just afraid of going to a restaurant by themselves. Me too. Or, at least, I was. I thought people would stare and laugh at me, but when I came there– first thing, there was almost no-one– but was lunchtime so the tables were soon becoming fuller and fuller.

                People weren’t staring at all, which was surprising because I looked oddly (=like an idiot) while eating– I had been at the dentist’s. (And those who did stare just envied my own food because when you share a table with someone, you basically share the food too– especially when I’m the one with you.) I think it was because I was doing something and was busy… Doing guess what? Yes, writing this and the previous post. I was also preparing for my English lesson, but that’s another story.

                There was nothing to distract me. I didn’t have my laptop with me and I was glad I didn’t. Of course, when making new lessons I need it because I make tables, search through the Internet to see whether I’m not talking sh… lies.

                Alright, I had been sitting for over an hour at that point, the waitresses started looking at me as though I were an intruder. Nope, Miss, I just came to write down a few words and my impressions in case somebody wanted to read them, which won’t happen but I kind of enjoy pissing you off by occasionally, yet surreptitiously glancing at you and then zealously writing something down on my notepad. Hehe.

                Anyway, I’m going to H&M to look for the jacket I saw there yesterday and buy it.
                Have you noticed how I was changing the tenses while writing? Tut, tut, I’ll get better, I promise.

love & peace

Ciray

PS: The jacket was already sold out.

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