ways and ways of talking

To be honest, I have no idea what happened to me and why on Earth I started to write my blog posts in english. I guess sometimes it's just easier to express myself this way. Which, I must admit, is extremely crazy since I've never been very good at english language. Plus, I'm that kind of person who thinks that it is very and I'll repeat- VERY important to be able to write properly in your native ( or should I say mother) language.
Anyway, this thing is gonna be mixed a little bit : some posts in english, some in lithuanian. There's no proper explanation and I accept it!

So, why did I got here again, you may ask.
Well, I kinda got "kicked in the ass" by other people's life choices and success. I mean there's no jealousy or something like that, just that  it makes me think of :"And what are you, Marija, doing right now for ( let's say) your future? Or what could you do?", which brings us to my:

Firstly. If I want to be good at writing, I should practise more, right? And WHERE else I could find a better place than my own blog? Since I still hope that there's some ( even if it's veeeery little) audience here. No, no! That just sounds super wrong. My readers are VERY important for me and I really like my blog. Have no idea why, but I like it. I always thought that blog writers MUST have stories to tell and I believe that I do have something to tell you. Just that most of the time it scares me to get too personal, so I rather choose not to be personal at all and just mumble about well, things or let's call it nothing. That should change! Maybe you have some questions to ask, that would help me a lot :)

Secondly would be... You girl really need to work on your french. Uhhh, I know, I know, said it so many times to myself.  Well, I can speak. Not with a perfect grammar ( ha! there's no grammar at all), but I can follow a conversation. This time I need to read and write in french. I need to prepare for the language test which is coming so SOON!!! The problem is that it's super difficult to start to read. I have to look every second word in the dictionary and it's driving me crazy and, well, unmotivated.

Would it be thirdly? Honestly, I don't know. I guess it's enough to concentrate on those two things right now. Not that it'll be super easy, huh?

Bank story

All this thing happened at the bank to me today.

We got in, and had to wait for a while, since there was a lady talking in front of us. And, well, since she was talking non-stop, I've got a closer look at her. 

Lady was about 50 years old, wearing flip flops and green nail polish, big super blue hat with a huge butterfly in front of it, also big orange and plastic earrings and very colourful scarf. To sum up, her look was something "wow", i mean, come on, she obviously just loves colours, right?

So, my friend and I are waiting, when suddenly the woman who works there comes closer to us and asks if we have a meeting here with somebody. As long as my friend is french, he explains all my story to the bank-lady: why I'm here and what do I need.

She smiles and says : 

- Awwww, she's shy this girl, isn't she?

Smile back and I answer that I actually don't speak french so well.

- That's cute, - says bank- lady.

Then the colourful lady turns to me and asks if I can understand french. Yup, I can. To be honest, I can understand more than I can say.  The lady just drops it:

- Good. Plus your beautiful. 

Bank- lady agrees, I say "thank you" and it starts. They talk and talk about me. 

Colourful lady:

- Seriously, just look at her nose! It's super cute! And so small. Do you think she can use a napkin, I mean it's so small i could eat it.

I've NEVER blushed and laughed at the exactly same time SO much. By the end of their conversation I even forgot WHY I came here in the first place.

So, why I'm telling this story? Come on! How often it could happen in the BANK, right? :) Isn't it suppose to be a very serious place?