Saturday, 9. May 2015
Personal log
ell, 00:15h
Stardate 2015.05.08-2123
Please note that these lines were composed in a state of utter despair. I believe I'm emotionally compromised, good thing a free weekend is coming up. And then, it all started so well. Although I was once again practically asleep in the first two lessons, the day was over after those two already and at least they were rather fun. And after that we had an end-of-block activity, which meant we went to one of the best pizzarias in town and spend the 'third lesson' there. After that I went into town, bought myself a harmonica and my mother a cheesecake for mothers day and did some work for my dad before I got his car and went back to my mountain.
I watched an episode of Clone Wars, wrote a little, read a little and was pretty happy when I got a phone call. A little pretext here: My dad gave me driving lessons for my last birthday. Not car driving lessons, because I obviously can do that already, but driving lessons for a horse carriage. And today the guy finally called back, telling me that he still had a free spot tomorrow afternoon, which meant tomorrow was going to be a quite horsey day.
And then I got the message. It was only a short message from my riding instructor, telling me there had been a fire and that until further notice there would be no riding lessons. Damn. At least that was my first thought. And the second off course, was anyone hurt? Where had the fire been? Were the horses okay? I wanted to look it up in the internet immediately, for she and the others surely had better things to do than telling me.
And that was when Murphy law came in. My computers internet decided to strike. Completely. No looking up things. No writing with anyone about it. In my desperation I decided to call Liz, however she was partying with the others of her grade, celebrating the fact that they had just written their maths final. For a moment I thought about going there and party with them, but I was not exactly in the mood. And after all I did not have anything to celebrate. Another choice would be to still get home tonight, but I also put aside that idea quickly. I didn't want to tell my mum now, why on earth I was coming home now, although nine hours earlier I had said I would come tomorrow and why I would leave again for some hours in the afternoon, for driving lessons.
So the only choice I had left, was burying me in some kind of relieve. But my PC currently is not playing DvDs, remember? And the internet is still not working, so now movies or TV-shows. Writing was out of the question ever since I got the message and I don't want to spoil the book I'm currently over, or any other book, with my lousy mood. Besides the leftover pizza seems to have lost it's taste and I don't want to waste any chocolate on my lousy mood. When did I get so sentimental?
What I could really use right now is a Piano in a lonely room. But I neither have a piano, nor a lonely room, and I don't dare starting to play harmonica or guitar right now, because of my neighbors. The only relieve I got right now is writing this log in a word document. And after that, I don't know what I'll do. The fact that my dad just called and told my, that as far as he knows only the indoors arena burned down and so most likely no one was hurt doesn't really help. Maybe I'll go straight to bed. If I only knew that I could sleep.
And maybe I'll be going to my teacher on Monday and ask about that classroom with the piano. After all there I got the lonely room with the instrument, at least as long as there's no class in it, and as long as teachers are in the house. But for now thanks for your patience. Good night.
Personal log, supplementary:
Needless to say that my internet is working again, at least somewhat. I hope it's enough to watch some more Star Wars. Also I have calmed down a little again. Eating Pizza now.
Please note that these lines were composed in a state of utter despair. I believe I'm emotionally compromised, good thing a free weekend is coming up. And then, it all started so well. Although I was once again practically asleep in the first two lessons, the day was over after those two already and at least they were rather fun. And after that we had an end-of-block activity, which meant we went to one of the best pizzarias in town and spend the 'third lesson' there. After that I went into town, bought myself a harmonica and my mother a cheesecake for mothers day and did some work for my dad before I got his car and went back to my mountain.
I watched an episode of Clone Wars, wrote a little, read a little and was pretty happy when I got a phone call. A little pretext here: My dad gave me driving lessons for my last birthday. Not car driving lessons, because I obviously can do that already, but driving lessons for a horse carriage. And today the guy finally called back, telling me that he still had a free spot tomorrow afternoon, which meant tomorrow was going to be a quite horsey day.
And then I got the message. It was only a short message from my riding instructor, telling me there had been a fire and that until further notice there would be no riding lessons. Damn. At least that was my first thought. And the second off course, was anyone hurt? Where had the fire been? Were the horses okay? I wanted to look it up in the internet immediately, for she and the others surely had better things to do than telling me.
And that was when Murphy law came in. My computers internet decided to strike. Completely. No looking up things. No writing with anyone about it. In my desperation I decided to call Liz, however she was partying with the others of her grade, celebrating the fact that they had just written their maths final. For a moment I thought about going there and party with them, but I was not exactly in the mood. And after all I did not have anything to celebrate. Another choice would be to still get home tonight, but I also put aside that idea quickly. I didn't want to tell my mum now, why on earth I was coming home now, although nine hours earlier I had said I would come tomorrow and why I would leave again for some hours in the afternoon, for driving lessons.
So the only choice I had left, was burying me in some kind of relieve. But my PC currently is not playing DvDs, remember? And the internet is still not working, so now movies or TV-shows. Writing was out of the question ever since I got the message and I don't want to spoil the book I'm currently over, or any other book, with my lousy mood. Besides the leftover pizza seems to have lost it's taste and I don't want to waste any chocolate on my lousy mood. When did I get so sentimental?
What I could really use right now is a Piano in a lonely room. But I neither have a piano, nor a lonely room, and I don't dare starting to play harmonica or guitar right now, because of my neighbors. The only relieve I got right now is writing this log in a word document. And after that, I don't know what I'll do. The fact that my dad just called and told my, that as far as he knows only the indoors arena burned down and so most likely no one was hurt doesn't really help. Maybe I'll go straight to bed. If I only knew that I could sleep.
And maybe I'll be going to my teacher on Monday and ask about that classroom with the piano. After all there I got the lonely room with the instrument, at least as long as there's no class in it, and as long as teachers are in the house. But for now thanks for your patience. Good night.
Personal log, supplementary:
Needless to say that my internet is working again, at least somewhat. I hope it's enough to watch some more Star Wars. Also I have calmed down a little again. Eating Pizza now.
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