i feel good.

[I might be a bit late for today, but who cares.]


7. Things you like/don't like about the way you look. 


Hmm, always a tough one, but I suppose everyone thinks of these things. Let's start with the negative ones so that my cheerful mind will gradually come back. I don't like the shape of my head - not that it's too rare or anything, but I always dreamt of skinny oval shaped face (not bony or like that, but still a clear oval). I don't like my stomach at the moment, because I haven't been working out too much lately. Well, this clearly means - referring to my previous stories - that I haven't spent so much time alone. That's a pity. I don't like my chin line, nor do I love my slightly girly curves from which I heard some real positive feedback the other day... Appreciated, but inside-a-boy wants to look outside more boyish than girlish! Change of style in consideration as well. 


I guess those are the most obvious ones I don't like. What I like about my looks is my eyes, of course. Big, blue panda eyes. I also like my natural hair color, which I'm trying to grow back and so far it seems to be working. I like my toes (laugh), at least sometimes, and therefore had to mention that. Furthermore, I like my lips because they're dad's lips. I also like the fact that I don't care too much how I look like, but that I don't like the tramp style either. 


8. Your last night out in detail.


This would make a this night out then, rather I'd call it an evening out. I was with Jenni, who I was about to meet approximately 6pm at the center. I wasn't late, but Jenni was so early so she called me where I was. I said I'm coming, will be there in any minute, and she said she'll walk a bit. I saw her in the traffic lights and I was supposed to check the watch to know whether I should apologize for being late. Then I dropped a 20€ note, and of course it was windy so I tried to run to catch it with my high heel shoes (can you think about it, me wearing high heels and running, must've been hilarious). Some gentleman caught it for me, fortunately, I thanked him politely, half crying and half dying to the laughter, and he sounded surprised as he replied "no problem". Embarrassed in front of all those people, I tried to avoid eye contact, and run to Jenni's to give her a hug. 


We chatted and walked to the theater that we were about to enter. This "palace" place was fantastic and not really our scene, but we had done the best by putting our prettiest dresses slash skirts+shirts on. The place was rather confusing so we decided to ask for help, and got a lovely "this is your table"-service from there. The performance, this musical called Blues Brothers, began a bit late, but it was excellent. The plot wasn't too good, but the acting, the songs and the atmosphere was marvelous. After the show, both full of excitement, we were like a single mind deciding that we need some food, some pizza. Before that, we had to pick up my little brother, and brought him (to his) home, but we also ended up taking some photos of the two of us. The pizzeria was about to close so we took another one, with not-so-good pizza, but a cool place. We had pizza-to-go and went to the harbor, sat there in the car, gossiping and eating pizza. I drove her home at around 11pm, picked up my lil brother again and drove home with him. 


[this was long. too long. sorry]