Big repainting of DC-99 yesterday, so I got into town late. None from my reserve were around (some 4 chicks whom I mostly don't remember, but had my sights on them then). Sat long and chatted with Vasa and the Paštaondas, then around half ten we split to try to catch some. I think it was his turn to think of a gimmick. Played around some R. then, but she's got a spoiled brat of a boyfriend, who's got everything and keeps showing off while being all hollow... but he's soooo sweeet. Okay, have him, or not, make up your mind. And her friend was also in foul mood so... ciao, no escort service tonight.
Tonight it was Jozda's birthday, limp fun. I escorted one girl from IV4, nothing, and I also wouldn't try with her (the one who was still looking good in 2017). Got a well cultured pedal from another one from the reserve, a lousy evening altogether.
Then Čarga and I escort some two girls (the one assigned to me was from soilgrinder aka agricultural high), and when we were one corner to the target, he sort of made it with the blonde, the allegedly mine skipped the scene, and then somehow some oddball guy Simče from 13. appeared. Came home at 0:30.
Eighth-ninth spent the weekend with my folks in Vrnjačka Banja, though I knew in advance to the detail how it will go, but didn't want to be a spoilsport. The folks there are divided among the geriatrics and kids, none of mine. There's girls from gimnazija, but why am I with parents then? Seeing the magnificent sunset over Morava and a few psychedelic rainbows made the trip worth. And the attitude of the folks on my 42 days' worth of hair and beard was like too bad, so young healthy smart and prospective yet turned out to be a moron. Makes me swear to grow both for the next hundred years, in spite.
Wanted to buy a block flute, this is the heart of the flute land, but no, this is a souvenir lookalike, with holes drilled with hot iron, at arbitrary distances, try to play that. Granma brought some shawls she knit (or crocheted?) to sell, but got mad for it being a non-starter.
Amazingly, we returned mostly on time, so once more to town, with hair. Found the gang but prefer to ramble, achieved nothing. After two or three position changes, kept running into happy people having fun, got out and found Gavra, in likewise nasty mood. Got home by 23:15, practiced flute in the garage until midnight, then cut my hair. The time has come. I'm not free, as long as I have to do this. Even that historian, as much as I fear him, I do less than the others - I don't get confused, I answer coherently, which actually happened only twice the whole last year and even then he didn't cut me... but fuck that, he has the authority to send me to have a haircut. And what he did to others, ouch. It's so easy to be found guilty despite carrying no guilt. Alright, he's a guy without childhood, raised by Russians in a home for war orphans, but c'mon, if we in gimnazija are expected to achieve more than the others, some liberties should come with the responsibility as well.
Of course, thinking all that I botched the job. A true scarecrow.
Seeing in daylight what I look like, I went to school (first day of third grade, 11th) earlier than usual, so to avoid the remarks at least at home, while under the impression, all the way there, that everyone is looking at me. At least I met Višnja again (she's even prettier now and yes, she'll stay here while in school). She was astonished when I told her about that Unesco thing.
The IV4 crowd managed to drink 2-3 bottles of something, and were a bit off kilter. Ruška keeps giving me hope, but I see it's futile to wait. D.M. also all dicked up, don't come close. Zova the same asshole as before.
But you don't give up, so what if Tejka, Dragana and Bosa think you've crippled yourself, it'll grow. It's just hair.