Funny Wedding Invitation Card For Biologist

first Chapter

She opened her eyes and looked straight through the window at the hazy summer morning. By the tilted window, she could clearly hear the sounds of the small town where she currently was. She could see the river, the other shore with the quaint little restaurants, hills and low mountains on the edge of the city and the hectic racing cars on the main roads. And that, without moving an inch. Awakened been but it was not from the noise. It was the sultry heat of a Sunday morning in late June, which is difficult to put a more or less cool night of their bodies and brought them so soft and warm from sleep. She hated the humidity of that Summer.

the bed where she lay sleeping and had was not her own. But it was not that of a lover or boyfriend, as one would expect after such a sentence. Both of them had not. It was the bed of her best friend, with whom she spent the weekend. She had been in recent weeks, often with this friend and her go. She needed a distance. Distance from home, from their parents. The relationship with their parents, especially for the mother, had always been difficult, but now that she was almost 24 years old, the complexity of this relationship had reached a climax. Especially because during their studies for financial reasons yet lived in the home. Even if they too often doubt, the "live" than to call.

any event, it was that we now baptise 'the "November", in the bed of her best friend. Lag she rolled around a bit and felt she began to sweat alone due to this movement. That's why they did not like the summer. It was muggy, hot, hard, sticky and sleepless. In a word: Disgusting. They preferred the cold of winter or in the company breezes of spring and fall. could with the heat of summer and did not want to make friends so right. Sleepy they felt slowly in her head put ideas into motion. They thought about various things, but they forgot once again. Then you had an idea where it held longer, with whom she still lingering in bed, playing around a bit. She wanted to open a new blog. Although she had already two blogs, one on its home page and another in English, but she wanted another one. One that was a little different. She had the idea that this new journal in the form of a book, or in the form of a novel to write short stories. November did not know exactly how she came up with this idea, which she liked very well, but she suspected it was because of the book that she had read the night before. The book in question was a review of a severely depressed woman and November could find themselves in so many things that have been raised in the book and described as being almost even wanted to write one. That it was somehow too hard, so she decided to lead to novel in diary form. They kept playing with this idea, painted off as well make the items and the layout should quietly and smiled inwardly to himself, during the morning progressed.
She spun the idea on and on and finally asked what would make sense, it good to keep a diary of this form. This question she answered immediately
itself in this way they could memories and events of their lives that they too often felt too screwed up to hold on and win a certain distance from them. And it may therefore be regarded from a different angle. Therefore they also decided not to I-form but to use the third person. So they could maybe win a little distance from himself.
She was finally at the idea so much that they are still lying in bed, undertook to buy at the first opportunity one of these beautiful books with blank pages in order to include the day ü about record thoughts and memories. She rejoiced at the thought like a child out to buy the book.

Finally, she stood still on the bed and left the room. She found her friend sitting in front of the TV before, and both welcomed to smile with a "good morning". The rest of the day was peaceful and at least as lazy as the day before. The two friends were related to the television, playing and cuddling with a young cat, who also lived in the house, and hung just lazy and sultry heat of the grappling. Finally, it was again tonight and November packed her things to go home.

Even as she overcame her initial into her car a feeling of deep melancholy that every time they came over, when they visit the direction of companies or friends left for home. Over time, they had this more and more as a symptom of depression, in which she suffered for years dismissed, but she could explain that feeling still do not. She had had a great time and there simply was no reason for this deep sadness that was now sitting in her chest and pulled a dark veil over the sun. Was it perhaps displeasure about the fact that they had to go home? Or was it a kind of envy for the lives of others, they would have never? November did not know. You just knew that this was vague, sad feeling there and that it aroused unpleasant thoughts in it.
With empty eyes drove her home.