Phonecall to landlord
Mum and I walked together to the metro station, from where I went to the Academy. Dad showed me a quicker route the other day, and I took it. One problem: there is a traffic light on the way, which turns green once in 10 minutes; by the time it turned green, around 50 people gathered on each side of the road. One massive road.
I recieved my student card, then had a composition lesson. The teacher liked my development of piece #3, and some moments from #4. That's cool. New work gets better results, that's promising.
After that, I had a free hour, so I got a key from the office and practiced piano for an hour. Then music theory lesson. That was fun, as usual. The teacher told me she'll give me more load than the other student, so that I can get more done in less time, just as I wanted; perfect. The lesson ended at 19:40, instead of 20:00, so I had 20 minutes more of piano practicing. Mum and I agreed that someone will pick me up then.
She was waiting outside the Academy with the driver. We went to the office; on the way we had a quick visit to a shop and bought some biscuits to eat on the way. From the office I phoned my previous landlord to discuss the money problem. We didn't reach any agreement; he continues to accuse me of things I haven't done, of things I can't believe anyone could do.
Then I phoned Galya. Something was wrong. Her, or me, or something. We didn't speak for long.
We waited for the driver to take us home; he went up to the dining room, and so we were waiting for him to come down. I phoned Galya again. She said something that made me melt, I needed that so badly for the past 3 days. Then I felt better, and hope she did too. I wished her luck on her history test tomorrow, and told her I love her. And I do.
Then we went home.
Got an e-mail from Ira. She came online for 2 minutes, but unfortunately I couldn't talk to her, my dad was using the computer. Anyway, that e-mail cheered me up. I spent several hours writing a continuation to a poem I started a few days ago. Wrote 3 more stanzas. Another 2 left, I think, till it's complete. Quite funny poem, really.
Tried going to sleep, but didn't fall asleep, so got up, and told Kalich about the whole story with the landlord. He agreed with me that it's very unfair, but couldn't think up anything which would make anyone believe the truth. :(
It's 6:30, and sunrise is in progress. Mum wanted to go jogging today. Perhaps I won't get any sleep at all. Galya will be online in the evening, and I don't want to miss that. I miss her. That's enough.
I recieved my student card, then had a composition lesson. The teacher liked my development of piece #3, and some moments from #4. That's cool. New work gets better results, that's promising.
After that, I had a free hour, so I got a key from the office and practiced piano for an hour. Then music theory lesson. That was fun, as usual. The teacher told me she'll give me more load than the other student, so that I can get more done in less time, just as I wanted; perfect. The lesson ended at 19:40, instead of 20:00, so I had 20 minutes more of piano practicing. Mum and I agreed that someone will pick me up then.
She was waiting outside the Academy with the driver. We went to the office; on the way we had a quick visit to a shop and bought some biscuits to eat on the way. From the office I phoned my previous landlord to discuss the money problem. We didn't reach any agreement; he continues to accuse me of things I haven't done, of things I can't believe anyone could do.
Then I phoned Galya. Something was wrong. Her, or me, or something. We didn't speak for long.
We waited for the driver to take us home; he went up to the dining room, and so we were waiting for him to come down. I phoned Galya again. She said something that made me melt, I needed that so badly for the past 3 days. Then I felt better, and hope she did too. I wished her luck on her history test tomorrow, and told her I love her. And I do.
Then we went home.
Got an e-mail from Ira. She came online for 2 minutes, but unfortunately I couldn't talk to her, my dad was using the computer. Anyway, that e-mail cheered me up. I spent several hours writing a continuation to a poem I started a few days ago. Wrote 3 more stanzas. Another 2 left, I think, till it's complete. Quite funny poem, really.
Tried going to sleep, but didn't fall asleep, so got up, and told Kalich about the whole story with the landlord. He agreed with me that it's very unfair, but couldn't think up anything which would make anyone believe the truth. :(
It's 6:30, and sunrise is in progress. Mum wanted to go jogging today. Perhaps I won't get any sleep at all. Galya will be online in the evening, and I don't want to miss that. I miss her. That's enough.
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