violaine following
I have a personal technique for not going to piss me off: a good book. Or even worse, if any, is always more exciting than English grammar, what good listen, I do not make mistakes, ever. The challenge is to keep an open ear and a watchful eye in case the teacher, old lady in plaid skirt, the mere idea is to ask me a question - I am thoroughly trained, and apart from one or two caught flagrante delicto as inattention je pouvais ( mais faut dire qu’à la base, je lui suis sympathique, à la dame en jupe à carreaux, elle n’a pas souvent d’élèves aussi peu emmerdants que moi), ça s’est toujours bien passé. Echanger de l’ennui contre de la culture littéraire, un bon deal, finalement - je sais, j’ai une vision très large de la littérature. Pas vu Crevard ce matin en arrivant, mais j’attaque le bouquin qu’il m’a passé, à sa santé, ça commence assez traditionnel, une histoire de télépathe dans un futur déglingué, avec des détails bien trouvés, du mobilier intelligent qui réclame qu’on the payroll to perform its function, like the door of the apartment refused to open if we do not put in a room ... not at all the atmosphere of Blade Runner, in any case, but it goes well, according to Roach Cosmic SF a specialized site that I accessed quickly, it's a classic literary prize, etc.. For now, reputation still justified, but we will see later, it will not be the first time a book surprises me en route. The time to reach the break of ten hours, I advanced about fifty pages, reading in class is fun, but from my neighbor who understands nothing and regularly asks me for clarification on what we are doing - I'm too nice, I should send the shit from time to time, no heartache, but he always says steuplé with a smile - and the normal process of monitoring the movement faculty (albeit helped by the tiles, which serve as signal unconscious when they enter the field of view), in short, among all this, the concentration is more difficult than warm in my bed. A good pillow in the back and a nice cup of hot chocolate is what I need.
For the pillow is dead, then I'll catch up on chocolate, the distributor of Building B at the end, have to walk a bit but there's never anyone.
I fall on Brenda, a catalog of people I like a good friend - almost at the limit of a friend, but we must not mess anyway, we were together in seconds, now it has opted for a class of zero, literary, mean (papamaman chose for me to continue in science, for reasons only they understand, if they really understand, for that matter). Brenda: blonde but not too blonde in her head, despite the name she bears as a cross but very heavy knock, I wonder how his parents, lovely people, moreover, were able to demonstrate sufficient mental abstraction in the plague, and voluntarily at that. They were taking drugs at the time. Brenda and her sweatshirt Slipknot great day - almost every day, in fact, she alternates between a few models, the wicked clowns for the most part, Eths less often, as Gojira. Hugs.
"What es'tu reading?
I realize that I still have the Philip K. Dick in hand, but closed, my unconscious probably decided that he must take advantage of horizontal bunker (the court) to advance a few pages, but failed to beat the unconscious B, which calls for chocolate, with the help of the upper layers of my mind, which are very chocolate, I am rather addicted to the chocolate liquid, even that, dishwater, machine. Or I'd tidy, this book, and it appeared spontaneously in my hand, but it would be a fairly serious incident at the reality of my life.
-SF, quite a trick phew.
She takes a distracted eye, his eye running down the colors of the jacket, but somehow it does not interest them more than the GDP of Honduras, there could be a swastika on it or a baby strangled by the umbilical cord, it would retain all his attention. Brenda, his thing is not the books, is suffering. For that, it has its favorite tool: the guys. When it was known, I thought it was them that love them, but it places such a perverse will to choose dangerous assholes that I finally understood that his trick, basically, was to treated like shit by a big con and cry big tears. I finally told him one day that his whining, more intense than usual, had exceeded the threshold of endurance. Instead of sending me shit as it should have, since my experience of males is not better, she admitted in a voice of a ghost that yes, maybe a little, certainly, it's too clear. In any case since it still coming out with wicked stupid, but I feel compelled to tell me everything in detail, confidante, now I play the role of confidante, I like it well, a confidante who reminds him at every Once she is too stupid, what she is dumb - I like it, this idiot. I must be part of his masochistic pleasures.
-like, tséquoi, chuiplus with Clem '.
-Good new ... Silence
volunteer before moving to a blasé attitude on the question to expect:
And what happened?
bah-tse, said ym'avait What saw more of the aut'pute Tatanaze, damn, I've set cop, rue Saint-Rome, z 'were being put down pumps, c'mon that there holding her hand, fucking, sharing is not my thing, I kind I have not seen and then it was settled.
-set how?
-I 'I hesitated a sms that I knew he was tjours with her, I wanted to see his face, me responded that it was better that way and that to wanted to see my face either, what asshole.
The weather in question is a harmful competition, it always comes out with three or four chicks at the same time, which Tatanaze, a kind of doll that says yes, rumors claim that ... in short, who cares. It is a total bimbo was undermined r'n'b with white hat and too Staila, horror, mégapouffe, the total whore, the kind that surprised when a band comes wesh him take the lead in the subway to have his number.
-and you feel better?
hesitation.
-Chepe, at the same time I kifais, my Clem, we had the same delusions, he listened to the same stuff as me ...
-and that's reason enough to suck his dick?
She was not expecting it, not there, almost in public (even if there is anyone around us) and it makes me smile when she turned pale, a little bit, before recovering and smile too, a little resigned, she knew what she expected by coming to talk to me.
No, you're right. But fortunately I not suck all the guys are listening to the school's metal ...
Still happy.
I always smile, but it a cold smile, a smile from the judge, and that is what she wants, a judge, why else would she would have told the sordid details of this non-relationship doomed to nothing? How he had brought with him, had almost put his cock under his nose, how it smelled, how he had enjoyed in the mouth after thirty seconds, the hands that held her head, how she wanted sick, how he did not even try to touch it, then, and how he seemed proud of himself ....
ringtone, it's time to return to the hell of taking notes real or simulated.
-We captured the chat earlier?
She still wants to blame it on the chin. I nodded my way to my stairwell, Ubik still in his hand. **** ****
**** The Cat (the cat clown ", to be exact), is a cafe / brewery not far from the school, but just enough to be sure not not come across herds of lambda outgoing self. Generally, this is where I zone between 12 and 14 hours, since I do not eat, just two great chocolates, it is cheaper than the tickets of the self, mom was not initially frankly agree, but when she realized that I do what I want, as usual, she just asked me many sweet chocolate, history makes it a complete meal, and then I will have taken, the Cat, a Saturday afternoon when we did the shopping, and she liked the place is quiet, there are serious people who come in costume lunch and locals, and old ladies, young people all in black, an exhibition of painting, it changes every month, at the moment is a neo-medievalist who took possession of the brick walls, it's pretty. Young people in black is because after 17 hours (when Jeanjean has not forgotten to remove) the brewery district became a haven for culture dark: Jeanjean arrives, the eye balls to swallow (he lives and sleeps at night day), took control of the music and down the screen to move videos and concerts, goths and metalheads and invade the place, that's how I knew, by Crevard. When I say "invade", attention is still not attack the coach either, it's still very quiet and muffled, as if the mood-of-day bar and brasserie-family rubbed off on too djeunz rebel in this haven of peace. It is a place where I feel a little more adult, because I meet people I would not get to see elsewhere, painters, old timers of the underground movements, computer engineers crazy, and more generally, anyone, in an atmosphere not too did you vu ... So, after spending a few evenings, usually before or after the movie, I ended up returning the same day, when the vampires are not out-and, surprisingly, even without underground music or video screen, I 'm not the only daytime here. Between noon and two, I meet regularly even heads of friend (s) sd'ami (s) of relationships which I do not know how they call themselves, black hair, hair erect, colored hair, no hair at all, piercings , of not-piercing, coming to kiss me or merely nodded slightly paternal / maternal - although I realize that in this stratum of urban social, I'm a little mascot, the youngest, the little , there. There are worse role, even if it requires me to remain friendly in all circumstances, not about spoiling my chances of meeting people through use hors-lycée/hors-teenage unfortunate my usual cynicism - I keep my sarcasm for my fellow students. Although it is sometimes difficult to hold my tongue, she leaps into my mouth from time to time, there are some idiots and Connes to whom I say what I really think when my hooks are best planted, my position more insured must I assure.
I sit in a corner, good hand to the boss, "a chocolate one, as usual," look round in search of knowledge, nobody. I barely have time to ask me, Ubik on the table and open briefcase beside me, I still intended to throw a look at the math, that the drink is miraculous to me, followed closely by Brenda moved in front of me, she's just taking the time to buy some fags. She orders a coffee, which arrives with a glass of water (wonder where it comes from, that way to request a glass of water with the coffee), I ask him what has changed since earlier, in a tone that clearly implies that in any case, I do not see what could be new. She has a disarming smile, there are things that glow in her hair, I realize he has had to make it rain, they are drops of water as tiny beads.
-bah nothing, I told Sabrina Laetitia and it was dead with Clem ', these whores, they told me they knew that I was a cuckold, they would not have told me, these connasses?
to this account, I'm a bitch I also reported you.
-yeah but you warned me, you told me at the beginning that this guy could not stop going out with several girlfriends. I should trust you.
I shake my head, and that means, Brenda, Brenda, my poor Brenda, ALWAYS trust me. Especially for saying crap:
-good, now you'll be directed what? a guy squarely older type terminal, which will want to fuck you live? It may be worth, at least it will be cash.
me i want to kiss me though, think it a bit to me ...
you mean before, during or after he fucked tossed thee?
silence, again. *** ***
*** Sometimes it's a bit tiring playing the moral authority, not boring, tiring, exhausting, even, not easy to wear someone else's weakness while remaining almost right. I'm not super motivated today, Brenda tells me with his words simple convolutions of his soul and his emotions, but you have to face facts, it does not really new to tell me ass question, I do not care how she envisions a relationship of trust, me, which really interests me is the stark reality. Brenda is a piece of meat makes me reports on how we chew, and I regularly warn that the impressions of teeth on her ass are those pigs, pigs cry. Yet it is not bad at all, but a little fat on it that makes women rather than black pudding, a nice round face, the kind of things that never stop not the guys on the contrary - it could raise the beautiful game. If only I knew exactly what it is, the beautiful game, and if I knew how to recognize ... My radar only works for Suck.
After endless digressions, during which I listened to nothing but a lot of thought, I cut a little brutally
-Brenda, what you need is a cool guy, one who deals you when did you want, and leave you alone the rest of time ... Well, of course, been a cool guy, it would not hurt. Then you stop flashing on nags pimply just because they listen to the same kind of stews that you: if you want to type a fan of brutal death core extreme heavy trash, you will find yourself outside of high school. Go to concerts, if you want the real unshaven with long hair and skulls tattooed on the fingers. One who shakes his head, not a virgin who was initially believed that slipknot is a brand ... must aim high, higher. And like that, when he would have stuffed the turkey as you are, you will not pass for a bitch in high school, shit.
The worst is that the more crap I would balance, the more is ecstatic: my coaching bazaar is gospel truth, I bring him the good news with naughty words certainly, undoubtedly, always naughty words, words I like violent, because they rarely miss their target.
"It is a pure idea, that, you think I can do this kind of flash guys serious?
-If you stop you from playing the small-toeing, clear. First, stop you to dress off, you find yourself a t-shirt with that shake your tits, a T-shirt kind of girlie but super-group. The group, a trick class, not Slipknot, pat on the more underground, or look in the old classic Iron Maiden or Manowar kind. Ditto for the ass, which one was you began it all, but good size bass, the string must exceed max. You makeup with a trowel, and you put lots of jewelry, pentacle or stuff like skulls or upside down cross. And there you pointed to a metal concert like that. At a concert, not at school or on the street or in a bar, huh? Because it's as if you walks with a sign "I want a guy" ... By cons if fieet spotty starting to come talk to you, you direct releases, you're coming to the male, the true, the hair, okay?
Words come all alone, it flows like honey, to believe that I went wild concerts all my life and I know the wildlife on the fingertips - no big deal, essentially is the coherence, plausibility, internal architecture, and then she drinks my spiel as whey, it adheres to the point, she enrolled in the scheme that I propose. Normal is a good plan, I am the queen of improv, I will open a consulting firm. Good after-
by cons, my big, be assured. Once the guy comes to talk to you, should be at its height. You have to speak loudly, drinking beer, moving her head like crazy, you're a metalhead!
-yeah but I do not like beer ...
-okay, like to suck, you pretend that you like it. A metal drinking it, it rote, it bellowed louder than a guy that puts his fingers in the air like Satan. It is a question of image: the bloke he wants not a vase, he wants a little sister who loves harley davidson, steak tartare and virility. If you worry enough, with a little luck, the same bloke he will respect you, this would be great? Anyway, it is working.
She made her adorable calf eyes: "I am willing
but how?
I replied with a look abysmal and go order my second chocolate, all that remains of the first few traces of melted sugar and cocoa in the bottom of the cup, coral and brown tights, but I licked the spoon lick the cup is a lot less class - a second chocolate please, and a half to my girlfriend there. If it has more than sixteen years? Of course, Mr. Commissioner.
When we return to the sideboard, Brenda is quite tipsy, even a little tipsy, downright drunk, yes, drunk, is the proper term for his future career, I was tipsy the reserve. I still managed to make him drink four beers, 33 cl it's more of a liter, not bad for someone who does not like. It was not bad on the grimaces décoincée supposed satanic inspiration terror among the enemy, it is even quite good, the brave. I loose the bottom of his ship, promising to go home as soon as possible to continue training, but this time with music to simulate live conditions. And especially regretted not being able to observe during his French class, it could advance matters.
Will I make the drink more often: it's funnier than his stories of guys who smell bad after all.
