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So I heard from a friend from school again. She made my life hell for a while in grade six, and then we were best friends from about grades 8 to 13. And then we kind of lost touch; she went to Kiel to study medicine, I stayed at home and studied geekiness in Cologne.
Her boyfriend has the same name as mine, though, which amuses me. (Not as much as the fact that my best kindergarten and elementary school friend is engaged to her former German teacher who also teaches karate and is much older than her, seeing how I'm together with my former Jûdô trainer who is much older than me...)
She's almost through with studying. She's currently doing her hospital internship in Spain. She's travelling to Rome in two weeks, to Cordoba, Granada and Gibraltar in December, toto Morocco in January. Oh, and she's beginning to write her doctor's thesis in January, too. (See, in Germany you don't automatically get the title of M.D. once you've finished your internship and resident year. You are a medical doctor, but you don't get the nice title to affix to your name until you've written a thesis, just like people have to do for a Ph.D.; you don't have to do this, but if you want to be Dr. Whatever instead of Mr./Mrs./Ms. Whatever, you gotta do this.)
She's younger than me - only by four months, but still. (I don't even know when I'll do my final exam, let alone write a doctor's thesis, if I ever get to that.)
She'd be, like, my mother's perfect daughter.
I am frustrated on so many levels even though it's great to hear of her again.
I'm disgustingly emo at the moment. This really, really, really isn't my month. (And I'm sorry about the griping because I know a lot of people are having a rather worse time for better reasons than my petty whinyness.)
I shouldn't be surprised and certainly not annoyed that the five worst stories made it into the final round of the Ring*Con story contest. I didn't expect mine to get anywhere (it was a) English and b) Silm fanfic, both factors against it), but I had several favourites among the posted stories, and none of them got any further. Instead--- one of the stories is almost exactly like a Wickie fanfic I wrote when I was eight and didn't know that what I was doing was called fanfic. I liked that kind of story THEN, and it was okay for an eight-year old, I guess, but we're all older than that now, and how on earth can a majority vote for THAT kind of story above the five or so acceptable ones?
Note to self: Do not forget that just because your friends are intelligent, well-educated and havegood tastes similar to your own, there are a lot of other people in your fandom. (This shouldn't piss me off so much, really. Perhaps it's just IMS (because for PMS it'd be too late).)
American vote, stop confusing me. In Germany, the conservatives are blue/black and the social democrats are red. (But then, in Germany the "Republicans" are neo-nazis, anyway. >_>) So I'm going "Huh WHAT? - oh wait, that's good" a lot.
At least the sickness mysteriously went away for the most part, and I managed to get all my work for the week done these past three days, so I can use all of tomorrow for packing, doing some NaNo and travelling. YES. Damn all this. Cannot cope, off to Fulda.
Her boyfriend has the same name as mine, though, which amuses me. (Not as much as the fact that my best kindergarten and elementary school friend is engaged to her former German teacher who also teaches karate and is much older than her, seeing how I'm together with my former Jûdô trainer who is much older than me...)
She's almost through with studying. She's currently doing her hospital internship in Spain. She's travelling to Rome in two weeks, to Cordoba, Granada and Gibraltar in December, toto Morocco in January. Oh, and she's beginning to write her doctor's thesis in January, too. (See, in Germany you don't automatically get the title of M.D. once you've finished your internship and resident year. You are a medical doctor, but you don't get the nice title to affix to your name until you've written a thesis, just like people have to do for a Ph.D.; you don't have to do this, but if you want to be Dr. Whatever instead of Mr./Mrs./Ms. Whatever, you gotta do this.)
She's younger than me - only by four months, but still. (I don't even know when I'll do my final exam, let alone write a doctor's thesis, if I ever get to that.)
She'd be, like, my mother's perfect daughter.
I am frustrated on so many levels even though it's great to hear of her again.
I'm disgustingly emo at the moment. This really, really, really isn't my month. (And I'm sorry about the griping because I know a lot of people are having a rather worse time for better reasons than my petty whinyness.)
I shouldn't be surprised and certainly not annoyed that the five worst stories made it into the final round of the Ring*Con story contest. I didn't expect mine to get anywhere (it was a) English and b) Silm fanfic, both factors against it), but I had several favourites among the posted stories, and none of them got any further. Instead--- one of the stories is almost exactly like a Wickie fanfic I wrote when I was eight and didn't know that what I was doing was called fanfic. I liked that kind of story THEN, and it was okay for an eight-year old, I guess, but we're all older than that now, and how on earth can a majority vote for THAT kind of story above the five or so acceptable ones?
Note to self: Do not forget that just because your friends are intelligent, well-educated and have
American vote, stop confusing me. In Germany, the conservatives are blue/black and the social democrats are red. (But then, in Germany the "Republicans" are neo-nazis, anyway. >_>) So I'm going "Huh WHAT? - oh wait, that's good" a lot.
At least the sickness mysteriously went away for the most part, and I managed to get all my work for the week done these past three days, so I can use all of tomorrow for packing, doing some NaNo and travelling. YES. Damn all this. Cannot cope, off to Fulda.
