Rejoice, Fellow Readers!


In other news, nothing interesting happened. There is still no sign of an apocalypse, snowy days are boring… The same, the same…

Oh! My roommate is sick. I was stuck with the duty of taking care of him. Today was the second day I was cooking for him, making tea, making him drink water, giving him my blankets (I froze last night!) and keeping him company.

And all because I can’t resist puppy eyes. Damn that guy!

It looks like it’s some kind of virus, so I think that I’ll get sick, too. But not without a fight! I’ve been swallowingĀ vitaminsĀ and drinking tea like I have some incurable disease. All because I can’t stand the thought of my roommate taking care of me. There is more than meets the eye, yes.

I am actually mad at him because last time I was sick, he went home. And I was seriously sick. Couldn’t get up from my bed for 3 days. I had to drag myself to the kitchen for water.

Excuse my rant, loves! I just wanted to say that I edited my about page. Feel free to skip this excuse of a post.


I’m with a famous

Today i got a call from my boyfriend telling me to check one magazine because a picture of him appeared in it. That is aĀ success, right? It is a known computer magazine in our country (yeah, he’s kind of nerd) that goes public once a month.

It’s funny, actually. He appeared by accident there. He was on some seminar about computer animation or something (didn’t really pay attention) and they took a picture of him and published it (without his permission, but, what the hell, he got in the newspaper).

And after he sees it, and, believe me, someone told him about it, he calls me and tells that I am now dating a celebrity and I can wear that T-shirt whit word “I am with the famous” written on it.

Does the red carpet go with celebrity status?

Well, I just had to say something about that, and I thought of only one thing that would kill this joke: “Honey, you are already famous. Hell, you’ve been dating with celebrity for 3 years now, how doesn’t that make you famous?”

Oh, that was not the end. I wanted to stomp on his ego and crush it now, before it’s too late. So, I continued talking.

“And not to mention that you were famous in your school, because everyone knows that guy who helps other people understand the material for exam. Of course, everyone in our town knows you (we have about 15 000 citizen) and my friends know about you too. I also showed them pictures of you, so they can recognize you in the streets when you go for a walk.”

Now back to his “dating with a celebrity”

You see, I’m writing a blog. That is something very public and most people I don’t even know are reading it. most of them I don’t think I’ll ever meet in my life, so, doesn’t that make me famous? I mean, every blogger is famous, sort of. To be clear, I am not talking about celebrities that are f-ing famous all over the world – I’m talking about a group of people that spend time reading my blog and thinking about what I said. For me, that’s being celebrity.

Okay, joke is on me. Ā We are not celebrities. We don’t want to be famous. There is nothing really special in that. We are just an ordinary couple in which the girl writes a blog that other people read, and a guy sometimes appears in the newspaper. There is nothing special in that. My blog doesn’t hit much of the traffic, but it does make me happy. If only one person reads something you’ve written, that is a sign that someone in this world cares about what I’m saying.

Isn’t that enough?

Good news everyone!

Professor Hubert Farnsworth

Professor Farnsworth

I think I’m watching too much Futurama. Well, that punchline from Professor Farnsworth is really catchy, for your information.

Anyway, I fell a lot better today. Almost as if I’m not sick anymore. So I started something new on this blog. I’ll try to write 2 posts each day and one of them will be about music and musicians. So, this one is for me, other one is for you and we’re all happy. Just kidding.

Posts about history of music were inspired by a bunch of illogical posts and comments about some of the famous musicians of all time. No, Mozart didn’t steal from Beethoven, he didn’t die at the age of 25 and he didn’t write Requiem by himself.

Also, don’t think that only thing that is important is number of pieces each one of these guys wrote, what are the most famous pieces etc. We all know that, but we don’t how interesting their lives were.

I promise I will not use Wikipedia as my internet consultant. I mean, I can log on to Wikipedia now and write that Beethoven was a French guy who invented the X-ray (got the point?). Wikipedia is not bad, but think about this: a 6-year-old kid can write an article on Wikipedia, but once a book is published, it is done. All my knowledge about music I got from books (thank you YouTube for those videos of fantastic performances).

I really hope you will enjoy it, as much as I enjoyĀ babblingĀ about music. Any questions?

Oh, and one last thing. This is not for educational purposes, it’s for fun. You can try use it for education (I swear to God,I will only speak the truth about them), just don’t say I didn’t warn you.

P.S: My teacher would be proud of me for that “Any question” line.