Today I woke up and just do not want to go to school c'avevo. I wanted to read a lot, go ahead, finish the book and maybe not. I went and after two hours and 50 sentences - like dripping water - to check the grammar (which was right, and design-e are. With Tilt, it's you who taught me how to think logico e non a tentativi. Ma comunque, dove sei finito?) siamo andati a teatro.
Ora, vi spiego brevemente: Miry e G. volevano venire con me a vedere il musical, rispettivamente perché era dei Beatles e perché era in inglese. Io lo sapevo che si faceva al Comunale. Lo sapevo . Per questo, oltre ad avermi leggermente scocciata, la notizia che a quanto pare lo spettacolo non si faceva mi ha sconvolta.
Come non si fa? Miry le ha provate tutte, ma non c'è stata traccia dello show fantasma. E così ecco, loro non sono venute. All'inizio c'era una calca bestiale, le macchine che passavano e tentavano di non ucciderci, eravamo tipo sei o sette classi della mia scuola e un'altra scuola intera... Fantastic stuff. We entered (with me at risk of falling, L. harpooned me, a guy who cried - I guess just for the fun to scare us). We went into the theater hall that there was practically no, ten fewer seats and nothing. The show started 45 minutes later than expected. It 'was amazing and I have a lot of sparkling water, I understood almost everything and there was an actor who was fun (it was Brian Epstein and his name is Chris).
Then I had only half an hour for lunch and I took a ride to the park, negating the usefulness of the sandwich eaten. Two hours of PET and, last but not least, I fell (Yes I ran a little scream idiot and a lady stopped to ask themselves well - Of course I fell into the street and for no apparent reason. -.- 'And yet I feel proud of myself ^ ^).
In conclusion: no Chuck, hallucinations suck, I've got no desire to do a shit, shit end of the day and I have not even read a hundred pages.
to remove (not really, because if you delete the blog then probably I would hate to be old. It 's nice to know what happened on a given day).
@ Cherry: Yes, sweet cherry, I'd love the chocolate (but not white) you send me ° °. I will also hope to find (even before the next Valentine's Day) l'amour. But not too special, in fact, we are content. Then of course there is better. Always yours, but rather
Scazzi,
parbleu!
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