About A Boy: Une Série Noire
Well,
first and for all, for those who don't understand French, "une série noire" is a certain period in your life where just everything goes totally wrong, like a losing-streak or something.
soooo... what about that title huh?
as self-proclaimed boy (my ID card still says waffle, have to wait a few weeks before they can change that), I got the feeling I'm having a Série Noire.
Let's see... I woke up this morning, rather early, just to get a good time ahead of rehearsing my course which I had an exam about today.
Woke up (obviously); got dressed (with banging my legs two times against the bed, having two nice marks), rehearsed that crap (for those who care: historical methods, one of the most boring subjects ever created, possibly made by the anti-waffle)
got it all done, went to take my exam, got some nice questions, filled it in, did my oral, and the prof said I totally misunderstood the question and that I answered in a whole different way than should be. I defended myself and said that my way is the same as in the book, just that I expended on the idea of the writer on the book not always being the real writer, but for the rest of the exam he just shaked his head and sighted... so, I can easily say I failed.
Not a happy thing of course and I went back to my studio, got a call from Evelien (for those who are still reading, that's the girl that gave the giant panda Xin Téng to me) to meet me near the movies, I live closeby so I was there in no time. When I arrived I had to wait a few minutes for her to get her bike parked and all, and we met.
All fun and well, huh? well, not really. She asked me if she was more than a good friend, if she more than a "cuddle-toy" or more than just someone to go out with, she asked me if we could be boyfriend/girlfriend, and I said no, cause I don't have feelings for her, I only like her as a great (female) friend and nothing else. It was sad to say it, and I hated to say it, but it was the truth, something I always find very important. Of course, tears came and it was all really sad, for her and for me.
After I phoned her dad to pick her up (cause she couldn't drive the bike) I went back to my place, only to find out there that Vera (let's keep that on "a girl" for the time being, but one I still like) was mad at me (and I'm quite clueless why she is) and that she would never speak to me again... got immediatly blocked after that and haven't been able to reach her since (no email, no phone, no nothing).
THAN I had to go home and had to get ready to play (at that point, I really couldn't care less) and played one of my lousiest games ever seen, just so I could have something to be the topping of the icecake or whatever the english phrase for that is.
Now, I'm at home, obviously not cheery, and pondering about all this...
oh well, that's enough blabbering for me now, got you all asleep now anywayz
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*voice over*
Is the Wacko Waffle really in the middle of a Série Noire?
Will he eventually get out of it?
See it next time!
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