mopey mcmope mope
i know its silly and a completely 'hi I'm 3 years old,' sort of thing to do, but i am in a massive mope. normally when i get like this i would write it all out in my diary, which lives inside my computer. but tonight i can't do that. want to know why? because tomorrow my computer is being wiped. that's right. wiped.
vamos. emptied. delted. killed. terminated. hasta la vista, baby. you pick the adverb.
by tomorrow all that will remain of my beloved computer is an empty shell, lacking even the most basic of programs so much so that I shall even have to set up a new microsoft profile for myself. it won't know me!
i know that sounds silly, but its true.
throughout the best and worst 3 years of my life my computer has been my rock. it doesn't get moody, it doesn't not like me, it doesn't ignore, yell, bad-mouth, bitch behind my back or call me fat. it has to like me. and tomorrow it is being killed.
i feel like this is the last supper, or the death of a best friend.
I've got a pit in my stomach which keeps getting wider.
I DON'T WANT MY COMPUTER TO DIE.
all I'll be left with is a shell with nothing inside it that doesn't know who I am. do you know how much that sucks? with a capital S.
i feel like im loosing a best friend.
and to top it off...
I've just finished high school.
this is quite possibly the best and worst times of my life. yet here i am lacking the love. I'm down, moody and in desperate need of a hug and a magic wand which could remove the memories of the guy i totally regret kissing at schoolies and give me a 40 for my IB school.
I'll let you know if one turns up.
vamos. emptied. delted. killed. terminated. hasta la vista, baby. you pick the adverb.
by tomorrow all that will remain of my beloved computer is an empty shell, lacking even the most basic of programs so much so that I shall even have to set up a new microsoft profile for myself. it won't know me!
i know that sounds silly, but its true.
throughout the best and worst 3 years of my life my computer has been my rock. it doesn't get moody, it doesn't not like me, it doesn't ignore, yell, bad-mouth, bitch behind my back or call me fat. it has to like me. and tomorrow it is being killed.
i feel like this is the last supper, or the death of a best friend.
I've got a pit in my stomach which keeps getting wider.
I DON'T WANT MY COMPUTER TO DIE.
all I'll be left with is a shell with nothing inside it that doesn't know who I am. do you know how much that sucks? with a capital S.
i feel like im loosing a best friend.
and to top it off...
I've just finished high school.
this is quite possibly the best and worst times of my life. yet here i am lacking the love. I'm down, moody and in desperate need of a hug and a magic wand which could remove the memories of the guy i totally regret kissing at schoolies and give me a 40 for my IB school.
I'll let you know if one turns up.