It's Time
My phone is finally talking to computers again! As a result of this wonderful happening, my phone now uses the glorious 24 ring tone for almost any caller. My mother is, of course, the exception. For her, it's a remix of the iPhone ringer. This is incredibly exciting for me; it's basically the best thing I've ever done with my phone. Now I just have to wait for someone to call.
I have finally recovered enough to start doing things. I'm more excited over this than the ringers, obviously. I've done little to nothing for the past week, and I'm fed up with being sick and tired. No more dizzy spells for Victoria! No more coughing, sneezing, or wheezing. I'm done. Tomorrow I'm actually going to exercise and pamper myself and go looking for a job. By this time early Thursday morning, my room will be spotless, and I will be completely heathy. You wanna know why I'll be back to 100% by then? Because I say so!
In other news, my dad told me that if I get a job this summer, I can use whatever money I earn to go towards a MacBook Pro. My immediate reaction: "A MacBook Pro? I thought you wanted me to get a MacBook?" Stupid Victoria! Why did you forget your cardinal rule? "Don't question, just accept"-especially when accepting allows you to more easily fulfill rule number one, "Take care of Number One!" It turned out okay, I suppose. He said he'd rather I got a MacBook, but that he knew I wanted a Pro, so he wasn't too unhappy with the idea as long as I was open to getting one that's been refurbished, which I obviously am not. I kind of want one of the new ones that's rumored to come out at the WWDC in June, though, with the whole LCD screen bit, but I'll take what I can get.
Do you realize that I've actually been promised a new computer now, for the first time in seven years? By the end of August, I will have a shiny new computer of my own that actually works all the time. No more of this iMac G3 nonsense; I'm moving up in the world! My problems finally matter again! My problems haven't mattered since I skipped fourth grade, really, but for some reason they've finally noticed me again, and you won't catch me complaining.
I have finally recovered enough to start doing things. I'm more excited over this than the ringers, obviously. I've done little to nothing for the past week, and I'm fed up with being sick and tired. No more dizzy spells for Victoria! No more coughing, sneezing, or wheezing. I'm done. Tomorrow I'm actually going to exercise and pamper myself and go looking for a job. By this time early Thursday morning, my room will be spotless, and I will be completely heathy. You wanna know why I'll be back to 100% by then? Because I say so!
In other news, my dad told me that if I get a job this summer, I can use whatever money I earn to go towards a MacBook Pro. My immediate reaction: "A MacBook Pro? I thought you wanted me to get a MacBook?" Stupid Victoria! Why did you forget your cardinal rule? "Don't question, just accept"-especially when accepting allows you to more easily fulfill rule number one, "Take care of Number One!" It turned out okay, I suppose. He said he'd rather I got a MacBook, but that he knew I wanted a Pro, so he wasn't too unhappy with the idea as long as I was open to getting one that's been refurbished, which I obviously am not. I kind of want one of the new ones that's rumored to come out at the WWDC in June, though, with the whole LCD screen bit, but I'll take what I can get.
Do you realize that I've actually been promised a new computer now, for the first time in seven years? By the end of August, I will have a shiny new computer of my own that actually works all the time. No more of this iMac G3 nonsense; I'm moving up in the world! My problems finally matter again! My problems haven't mattered since I skipped fourth grade, really, but for some reason they've finally noticed me again, and you won't catch me complaining.