A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


46. Food baby galore


Date: Sunday 28th June 2015 20:40

Entry: 49/?

Subject: Food baby galore


Have you ever ate so much food that you feel like you’re about to burst? Yeah, you know that feeling. A few short hours ago that was me. I attended a birthday party which meant having the sweet company of friends over three courses of delicious food.

Of course we didn’t make it easier for ourselves.

We started our journey to the Italian restaurant at the farthest point away from it, when we could’ve met closer to it. Yeah, we didn’t properly think that through. The journey to the restaurant was exhausting, narrow paths, branches hitting me in the face, the long hike up a very steep and long hill, and the jog through the graveyard in all its creepiness. But finally, despite all of those trials, we made it.

One of my friends sat down on chewing gum and had to go to the bathroom to remove the offending white splodge from the back of her black trousers. I met a new person today, which was a small victory in my fight to the atrocity that is meeting new people, and she is really nice. The menus for the restaurant were huge but eventually we all ordered our three course meals for £5 and our drinks.

The following meal was one that was…entertaining to say the least. We talked about the proper ratio for dip and potato skins, funny memes and the havoc that was to possibly receive a birthday wish from the restaurant – because all the lights go down and everyone's eyes are centred on your table.

I then got the food baby. Nine months? Nah, it was more like an hour of going hog-wild at the all-you-can-eat buffet of a restaurant that led to the conception of that protruding, overstuffed belly that makes you look pregnant. It was around about at the time of the second course, a gigantic, cut it yourself Kiev Pizza, when it popped up. The food baby. The massive roundness of the stomach because it is so full. I actually took my pizza home with me because I was determined to finish it.

When we left, I felt like a pizza delivery person with my massive pizza box in hand but oh well. Halfway returning home from our meal we decided to stop and take photos, which caused us to get laughed at by the police and one of my friends to go running for the metaphorical hills (he doesn’t like having his picture taken). Walking down the dreaded hill again was a nightmare. If I stopped walking I would trip over myself. We had to stealthily avoid the presence of our English teacher who lived on that hill. My friend actually fell over on that hill and we all were in a uproar of laughter.

Although I loved it I was glad to be back home. Home was to stretch out on the sofa and allow the food baby to retreat to its corners until next time.

Then my peace was ruined; I got the hiccups. Hiccups are like a bratty child; cute for a few seconds and then blood-boiling annoying the next. I hate having the hiccups. This is partially down to the fact that I sound like a dying cat each time I drag out a blasted hiccup.

Sigh. Fortunately, it will just keep me up for longer until I crash into that awesome food and satisfaction induced sleep. 

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