Vickiepedia

Read your long but nicely written blog entry, thought up something nice to say, clicked “write a comment” and your blogging software of choice made me join their service first. Reading your long and very hyperlinked blog entry; hey wait a minute, it’s a frigging sponsored post! Reading your long blog entry; okay, I can’t even read what you’re writing. What happened to line-height and colour contrast?

University assignments have drained me of my intelligence and coherence (if applicable); I’m reduced to saying all but four words: What the fuck, people?

It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’d love to go to bed, except the person/ people/ family who lives right downstairs is playing fucking loud superbase music or whatever it’s called. They’ve forced us to listen to that crap at 10 p.m. one night but we could definitely forgive that. Half past three in the morning?! Wtf is wrong with them?

Good thing there’s this management service or whatever it’s called here; the guards or officers or whatever they’re called were rather surprised to see me in the wee hours of the morning. Grrr, just plug your headphones or something and listen to your beats till your ears bleed.

Now I’m tempted to tie the neighbours to a chair so they have no choice but to listen to me play the violin – which I haven’t practised for a really long while. Oh yes, Vickie’s Violin Torture(tm). That would be very sweet indeed. Grrr!

It all began when we were showing (off) our personal websites to one another. Then, being the only one with a registered domain (woo-hoo!), I couldn’t help but gave the URL to them.

The page loaded.

“It looks nice.”

They spotted the link to “girl” on the menu.

“Oooh, click ‘girl’, click ‘girl’. Let’s read about Vickie.”

To which I warned them more than once before they did; but was totally ignored.

“Vickie. 19. Female… Sagittarian…”

They’re getting there.

“… lesbian. Vickie, you’re a lesbian?!”

I smiled, let the information sink in, and prepared myself to answer, with all the juicy little details, the questions that would pop up unmistakably. Or so it seemed.

But nothing else happened.

End of story.

…

What the fuck?!

Went to the nurse this afternoon but she didn’t take my dressing off, just changed it. So the new dressing is going to stay on for another how-many-days, and I’m to remove it myself?! Think I’ll go to the school nurse later for it.

When the dressing was off, my finger felt really weird. So naked. So exposed. So bare. That’s why the B&B guy said it felt more sensitive even when it looked healed. Oh, the nurse quoted me as “a right-handed violin player with exams soon”.

Checked my site statistics again, and I concluded that some things are better left unknown… take a look.

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Nude girl gamers…

Cathy had a little trouble playing the cello part of ‘Greensleeves’, so when I consulted my violin teacher about making her part easier, she moved everything that goes faster than a crochet to second violin — my part! Good that I could still manage, but now I’ll attract a lot more attention than before. Don’t know. Will have a rehearsal later.

(back from rehearsal)

We’re improving like hell! Helen joined the rehearsal tonight and gave lots of useful comments, so our performance is a lot cooler. She hasn’t got over the feeling that ‘we’re the best’. Now all we have to do is to get Cindy going as well. As for myself, the crappy violinist… lots of practices.

Played tennis with Helen and Clara. Don’t think anybody believes that I actually learnt tennis before, because I showed no sign of ability whatsoever. I could always blame it on my finger though. Haha!