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Christmas eve and I'm surrounded by tissues in bed in my pjs. No parties for me. Woo.
Made my own cake last night. Mixed but okay results. Austrian style with egg whites as leavening and walnut meal, ground poppy seeds, and almost no flour. The recipe listed ounces. It was weird, man. Jam and sour cream in the middle with no icing. I liked it, Mom loves it, Tim and Case were 50/50 and Ron is too picky to eat it. Meh. Tim gave me a stuffed batman from where they saw Thor's Gym, Casey got me a basket weaving kit from the Natchez trail. Mom gave me a pretty card and wrote my name as Stacye Leahanne Matthew Williamson. I love it unconditionally. And Mom and Ron got me a new laptop which is my Birthday/Christmas/Graduation present. An ACER beauty with a touchscreen and back-lit keys and metal case and Windows 8. Everyone helped me set it up last night before I got too dizzy and hobbled off to bed. It asked for a name. I asked everyone to pick one. Mom said "Matthew", I said "stop plz i can't." Ron said "Laptop 1", I said "Lame." Tim and Case looked at me and shrugged, so I told Tim to type in "JARVIS" because my old 'special' laptop is "DUM-E". They mocked me, but did it. So I registered it and then I got a text and Tim said it was Jarvis checking in and I said "Haha~ That would be hilarious I'd diEEEOMG! D:" Because the text said Jarvis is letting you know about its updates. I threw my cell phone. When I restarted it later, it literally said "Hi." Ron asked why I'm not playing with it today. I said headache, what I meant was Jarvis is cool and creepy and scary and windows 8 is intimidating and MY LAPTOP TEXTED ME. PEOPLE DON'T EVEN TEXT ME. I read too many Tony Stark fanfics for this shit. I've had a grand total of four hours sleep in four days, I'm avoiding my father, I'm living off of coffee and tea, I have a headache, and am sorely tempted to crack into my Kahlua. Now I have a smart computer that talks to me. I can't.
the train is going past. my bed is shaking. wheee
Made my own cake last night. Mixed but okay results. Austrian style with egg whites as leavening and walnut meal, ground poppy seeds, and almost no flour. The recipe listed ounces. It was weird, man. Jam and sour cream in the middle with no icing. I liked it, Mom loves it, Tim and Case were 50/50 and Ron is too picky to eat it. Meh. Tim gave me a stuffed batman from where they saw Thor's Gym, Casey got me a basket weaving kit from the Natchez trail. Mom gave me a pretty card and wrote my name as Stacye Leahanne Matthew Williamson. I love it unconditionally. And Mom and Ron got me a new laptop which is my Birthday/Christmas/Graduation present. An ACER beauty with a touchscreen and back-lit keys and metal case and Windows 8. Everyone helped me set it up last night before I got too dizzy and hobbled off to bed. It asked for a name. I asked everyone to pick one. Mom said "Matthew", I said "stop plz i can't." Ron said "Laptop 1", I said "Lame." Tim and Case looked at me and shrugged, so I told Tim to type in "JARVIS" because my old 'special' laptop is "DUM-E". They mocked me, but did it. So I registered it and then I got a text and Tim said it was Jarvis checking in and I said "Haha~ That would be hilarious I'd diEEEOMG! D:" Because the text said Jarvis is letting you know about its updates. I threw my cell phone. When I restarted it later, it literally said "Hi." Ron asked why I'm not playing with it today. I said headache, what I meant was Jarvis is cool and creepy and scary and windows 8 is intimidating and MY LAPTOP TEXTED ME. PEOPLE DON'T EVEN TEXT ME. I read too many Tony Stark fanfics for this shit. I've had a grand total of four hours sleep in four days, I'm avoiding my father, I'm living off of coffee and tea, I have a headache, and am sorely tempted to crack into my Kahlua. Now I have a smart computer that talks to me. I can't.
the train is going past. my bed is shaking. wheee