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A new omen: if a lizard isn't drinking, expect trouble)) No, I just really didn't feel like it. I've already seen the concert program, and in its full format, so the jokes about assistant principals, the parody of the news, and the skits with the thugs didn't work. The director started his boring speech about "juicy snails"... And we were sitting with a girl, and we were laughing like idiots in front of the whole hall) In general, it was a bittersweet experience. But in the end, that girl left with her friend, my friend went to smoke and didn't come back, the girls went to the park, the guys went to drink in the courtyard, and the rest went for a walk along the embankment. And so I was left to my own devices... if after 9th grade I had chosen "the courtyard," I swear, I can see how they would have become such losers, and I turn up my nose... so I went to the embankment. A strange last bell ceremony. I feel empty... Ah, my personal blog 0:-)
and here I am, it's my 27th graduation and last bell ceremony, but I have no idea what I'll be doing there, because I don't drink, and I don't like to dance either.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
I tend to agree; watching drunk classmates while being sober is no fun. So, you should try to eat all the tasty food (if there is any) as quickly as possible and leave before people start getting drunk.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
We used to submit six or eight entries, I don't remember exactly. And we didn't rent anything, because everything took place in our school building. There wasn't much there anyway. Except for a fire show, where the performer's unwashed hair caught fire, and he ran around screaming instead of putting it out. Until he finally doused himself with Obolon beer.