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Today I was in Severomorsk. While we were driving, my dad and I listened to the album "Classical Metal, vol.1," which consists of metal covers of classical music. It wasn't bad; the music matched the mood.
I arrived, went to a friend's place, hung out, and "meowed" at his cat (I leveled up my skill! I meowed even more believably than usual). I played Skyrim for a bit and used a spell where the main character shouts "Fus Ro Dah." I don't know what the point of this meme is, but the spell is cool, even though it just pushes the enemy back.
Then, my friend left for some planned party at school, and I went for a walk with a female friend and her half-dachshund. We walked for an hour and a half, and that was it. One friend suddenly left for Murmansk, one female friend suddenly became busy with something, and another acquaintance suddenly got sick. Everyone bailed on me, they completely let me down. But I couldn't leave yet (I came with my dad, and he has work). I wanted to go to my friend's party at school, but I chickened out – they said there was a security guard there who only lets people in with passes, or rather, with familiar faces. And he doesn't know my face, and of course, I don't have a pass. I had the idea to buy cookies and present them as an argument that I'm also going to the party, but I chickened out. So, feeling completely let down, I took the bus home. I had a great time, I must say. Although, I was with these friends on Sunday and had a great time then too.
On the bus, I listened to Uaral because their music perfectly matched my mood – calm, melancholic, and sad. I wonder why I felt this way after what happened?
I arrived in Murmansk and found out that the next bus to Polarny leaves in two hours. I thought I'd go in and sit in a cafe. But first, I went shopping. I didn't want to spend two hours eating pizza, and I didn't want to eat anything else besides pizza. Well, maybe just some tea.
I bought a CD called "The most popular classical music in the world... ever! Part I" at "Titanik." I didn't want to buy all the parts (there were at least three), because they were too expensive, and each one contained two CDs for three hundred rubles.
I bought some chocolate for my parents. A regular large bar of Babaevsky dark chocolate. This was the most unexpected act in the last few years: I have never bought or given anything to my parents for no reason. Now I don't even know how to give it to them, because they will suspect that I'm up to something and trying to bribe them in advance!
By the way, I was walking around with headphones on, but I wasn't listening to music – it somehow distracts me when I don't feel comfortable somewhere or when I'm worried about something. Right now, it was the former, because I was walking around an unfamiliar area (a date is a date: I've been here two hundred times, but I still don't know the place very well). However, I finished my shopping tour, and after a while, I turned on my player. I was in a rather rare mood: I could listen to anything, and listen attentively, even though I didn't get any blissful pleasure from any of the songs. This kind of musical mood is perfect for discovering new music. I listened to a random playlist, didn't find anything special, but there was some Saturnus, which Vishmaster had recommended, and some Capitollium, and I liked the songs.
I met a beautiful girl, about twenty to twenty-three years old, on the street. She was wearing simple, all-black clothes, her eyelashes were painted black, and round ears stuck out from her black hair, and I wanted to sharpen them. The girl had a very elven appearance, even though it's not typical for that race.
I didn't want to go too far from the station because I'm a klutz and also bad with directions, and I was tired of walking, my foot hurt, and the nearby cafes didn't serve pizza, so I sat in the station for about twenty minutes and waited.
When I finally arrived in Polarny, I went to a store to buy a Chupa Chups, and the sales guy asked me, "Why do you need a Chupa Chups?" It was funny.
When I got home, the door to the entrance didn't open. Either it was frozen, or something happened to the intercom. I couldn't open it by force, and I didn't really try, I was too lazy, so I started calling my mom to come down and open the door for me. And suddenly, the door opened, and some young girl, about ten to twelve years old, jumped out. I was confused and blurted out "hello" to her, even though I wanted to say "thank you," and then I realized that "thank you" wouldn't be appropriate here, and that I shouldn't have said anything at all.
I wrote all this down, now you might think that the date wasn't that bad. But don't let yourself be fooled!
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