Hiya babes. Yesterday was a blast. A proper night out. Last time I was out in a club was back in November, if I remember correctly. We started out dining at Jacob Aall, After all, it was Marble and Kiwi's birthday celebration. I, along with Sugar had a spicy chicken burger, which was really good. Opted to eat something else than pasta, which I've eaten so much of when I go out to eat. Change is good, they say so. After a bit we went to a bar-- I think it is a bar? The girls had some drinks. I didn't drink at all, because I'm trying to cut out all alcohol in January. And just my alcohol consumption in general. Lately I've been saying "I shouldn't do that" to myself a lot, but then I still end up doing it. And it's been a really annoying habit, when you know you're basically choosing the wrong alternative due to your lust and wishes rather then what you should do. Basically, I'm trying to be a bit stricter with myself-- at least more than I have been lately. Anyway, after a failed attempt at going to a nightclub (age limits, bah), we went to our "usual" nightclub, and it was strangely enough not packed, which it usually is. I actually managed to see the the interior, the lights and the wallpaper, and the whole place because of the lack of people. It's wasn't exactly empty-- all the tables were occupied, and the dance floor had yet to be opened. We did of course end up sitting across some well drunk people, and I had someone speaking Mandarin to me, in which I answered "huh?" about three times. Sugar leaned in to tell me that he was speaking Chinese to me, because she apparently knows more about the language than me. I'm a fail at a lot of things, sadly, including my own nation. Anyway, some drunk people are quite amusing. When you've drunk away that filter that usually keeps you from saying certain things, and you're all over the place-- that's when it's quite amusing to watch and listen to you. I'm grinning at the moment, because of the memories of last night. So many funny things happened. It's the first time I've experienced someone using my necklace to pull me towards them. And someone exclaiming they would like to propose to me-- that's new. And as per usual, we met the weirdest people ever. And why do we always meet these very international people? When I went outside to take a break, we met this guy who basically had lived all over the world and whatnot. Anyway, I had actually thought we would leave the nightclub before it was closed, but we ended up staying for the whole time. Most of which we danced. That's my favourite thing about this certain nightclub. They usually have good music and a big crowd, so it's easy to lose yourself in your own world. But this time it wasn't packed, and therefore I had a hard time losing myself to the music, because whenever you looked up, you locked eyes with someone. I like the feeling of not being seen. Like, when you all melt into a big crowd, and that's all you are: a part of a crowd. Nevertheless, I had quite good fun on the dance floor, as I always do. Also, the locking eyes with people, ended up being a bit positive, I suppose. Please read the next lines with a pinch of salt, and with my personality in mind. This is not a love story. There was this mid-eastern guy with a really cool style, whom I had locked eyes with upon multiple occasions during the time we were on the dance floor. I'm sure I also locked eyes with other people multiple times, but he was the one I remembered (the most). Also, when I was on my way to the loo, I bumped into him, and we smiled at each other. In the end of the night, after dancing with a lot of different (crazy) people, and when the dance floor started to get a bit thinner, we ended up dancing beside the mid-eastern guy and his group of pals. And I'm not quite sure how, but I think his Vietnamese friend introduced himself to me, and then the mid-eastern guy. And the thing is, I genuinely thought he was really beautiful. Like, sometimes you see people who have such a nice face. Probably due to symmetry in facial features. But yes, he was really beautiful looking, in my opinion. He also had a really cool style as well. And I'm not afraid to tell people I like their style and whatnot, when I mean it. Though we were dancing beside each other (our groups) I didn't actually try to interact with him and his friends, it was more of them interacting with me. It was only twenty minutes before the club would shut down, so I was more worried about enjoying the last minutes with my own group of friends. But when we decided to leave (Kiwi, Marble and Marble's friend. The other girls left one by one, during the hours of the night), I hung back a bit. Because I wanted to tell this guy, how I thought he was very nice looking. And so, I turned around to him, and leaned in to say: "I wanted to tell you something before I left, I think you're really aesthetically beautiful". Whilst telling Marble and Kiwi this, when we were all in bed later that night, Kiwi exclaimed how she couldn't believe I would do something like that. But here's the point in this story, which I did tell you, was not a love story (though it does seem like I should make poems about his symmetrical face and his light chocolate coloured skin)-- it's really easy to make people happy. Even if it's just for a fleeting moment. So, telling him that, I thought was the right thing to do, as I more than once thought of his looks during the night. He didn't actually get the message the first try, as the music was loud, so he clutched my arms and made me lean in to shout it in his other ear, and once he registered the message, he sort of pulled me away to look at me, and he smiled. Thanks, he said, and something else I didn't register. And then he invited me to a "nachspiel". But yes, point with the story is, again, if you can make someone happy with a little comment like that, why not? It's so simple, and gives you a really nice feeling to see someone light up. Warms your heart, actually. I guess it's not for all people. But I really enjoy making people happy. We didn't go to the "nachspiel", as I'm sure that all of us were quite tired in our bones. After all, we started the evening at 7:00 pm. And at this time, it was 3:00 am. So yes, I mostly just wanted to change into comfortable clothes, get something to eat (had a sausage, and Marble and I met this very creepy man who followed us to the 7/11 store. But he was also quite nice to chat with, so I didn't really mind. But that's also because I enjoy talking with strangers despite the dangers in it. I do lots of stupid things like that), and listen to calming music and sleep. I almost didn't take any pictures of last night. Kiwi did, though, she took loads. And we looked through them this morning. Despite setting the alarm at 11:00 am, and planning to get almost six hours of sleep, I awoke at approximately 9:00 am instead. Of what, I don't know. But I tried going to sleep again, but to my dismay, it didn't work. So I had just below four hours of sleep, and it was alright. I'm used to little sleep, I guess. But that doesn't mean I'm not a zombie now. I most certainly am a bit drowsy, and could do with a bit more sleep. However, because I don't want to destroy all of my hard work with getting a proper sleep pattern, I've decided to not take a nap. I'm getting older, and my body needs more time to adjust. My body hurts a bit due to new bruises, a lot of dancing, and because I exercised before leaving the house to go to this shindig. I plan on waking up bright and early tomorrow and be productive, as there are loads of things I need to do. Sorry, this has been very long, and I applaud you if you read through this. I'm going to eat a bit more chocolate, and maybe some proper food. And then, if I can bear to, I'll read up on some curriculum. Have a nice Saturday!
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