First of all, my apologies to those I didn't want to speak to for at least 15 minutes. I know, I just sat there, glaring at the ground and throwing tiny stones randomly into the atmosphere. Second of all, I owe an apologie to those of you who happen to have no clue what I'm talking about. The thing is... I forgot my camera. No- wait, thats not a good way to start telling the story, so here it goes:
It was the wonderful day of Yesterday. Being the
intelligent and curious reader you are, thanks to my
last post you know that I woke up very early due to insomnia (duh?). After having fnished doing a little of this and that on my computer, I simply crawled back to bed. Not that I could sleep of course. Mainly because I kept thinking about the flee market that lay ahead. Don't you just love flee markets?? They have THE weirdest and coolest things-- stuff you are mostly unable to find anywhere else! We were to share a table with some friends. Ok, I feel like the beginning of the story is getting more and more "get-to-the-point-already!", so I will: I had e v e r y t h i n g prepared! The stuff I was going to sell... especially my camera to capture it all... and I forgot it! It was the ONLY thing I constantly reminded myself to bring. How could I survive without this wonderful, marvelous, terrific, brilliant, amazing, black piece of plastic adorned with perfectly bended glass? The answer is: suffer. That would be the reason why I didn't talk to anyone. Lucky for you, I decided to make the best of the situation at the end.
Wake up! I know that this was no passionating story of any kind, no on the contrary it sent vibes of boredom out to the world, but here is the very important message I wanted to slip somewhere in this post: whilst my heart was broken at the thought of my camera, home... alone, something caught my eye.
Could this be real? I was staring at a stand with, with, with OHMYGOD! V I N Y L RECORDS! I abondoned my sister at our stand to handle the business alone with a quick "'Be right back!".
5 minutes later I had surfaced from a wonderful world called BeatlesQueenBoneyMabbamixetc and staggered back to our stand full of happiness, clutching.. yes you knew it (or not -.-)
my very first vinyl record! Fine, I admit it, I don't have a record player but I'm more than sure that my dad does. Anyway, I'm sure I'll find a way to play my
The Beatles A hard day's night.
Signing off, the Glitter Beast.
PS: I found my camera in my bag at the end... Smart as I am...
