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Hello people!
I'm writing this in the living room. *sigh* Hate this fucking computer.
Um. Okay, so, I had a dream about Sam and Dean and food but that's all I remember. I set my alarm for 8:30 cuz I wanted to get up today (I was gonna do last-minute homework). I ended up turning it off and going back to sleep, but I got up an hour later, which is still not bad, imo. So, I got up at 9:30 and got on my computer, of course. I came out to get some Sunny D (this will haunt me for the rest of my life).
I went back to my computer for another two hours. Around 11:00, John Green (on Twitter) announced that he was broadcasting live from an airport on BlogTV.com, so I clicked the link he posted and actually got to chat a little with him! :D I asked him if he knew of Bo Burnham or Toby Turner and if he liked them, and he said yes to Bo, but no to Toby, and that he thought Bo was pretty clever.
Then I asked if he ever read Jurassic Park, and he said yes, he read a ton of Crichton when he was in college (SQUEE!). The last question I asked was how long it took for his first book to get published. He said it took him five years to write it originally, then six months to edit it for his publisher, then another two years to edit it over and over again until it was completely ready to be published.
At about 11:30, I went to take a drink of Sunny D and accidentally knocked my glass over and SPILLED ORANGE JUICE ALL OVER TYRONE. It went under the keys and through this little port hole thingy in the front of Tyrone and he froze. I immediately started to clean him up, obviously, frenzied and out of my mind, and then I tried to turn him off. For the first time ever, he would not turn off.
I took his battery out and unplugged him and finished cleaning him off. Then I tried turning him back on again (plugged him back in) and it was a no-go. Big surprise. I took him out to the living room and informed teh rents of what happened, fighting back tears. We called the guy who fixed Tyrone the first time (I kept his card), but he didn't answer the phone (I would assume he's not open on Sundays).
An argument broke out between teh rents (dad was slightly insensitive about my problem just cuz he wasn't in a good mood at all this entire weekend) and dad left to the grocery store. Mom and I had an hour-long conversation about dad and my grades (which mom didn't freak about AT ALL! :D <333) and life and success and failure and saving my hard drive and all that stuffs.
Mom hugged me while I cried for a good ten minutes about Tyrone. I've cried multiple times since then and I'm still shaking. I feel nauseous and all I wanna do is sleep and sleep and sleep til everything's back to normal and Tyrone works again (which isn't likely, btw). Look, I realize I have probably an unhealthy attachment to my computer (for fuck's sake, I refer to it as a "he"), but my life is on Tyrone.
My stories (every fucking story I've worked on since I GOT Tyrone), my school work, my pictures of myself and my family and vacation AND Kiefer and Stephen and Jon and the like (endless folders full of pictures), my music and downloads and CD's that were ripped (Lonely Island and everything I uploaded yesterday), all my fucking videos (every. single. one.). I need a new computer, unfortunately.
Let's face it, though: Tyrone is three or four years old, which is pretty old for a laptop. He's my baby and I love him and I can't believe I killed him. I kinda hate myself for being so stupid. *sigh* Anyway, um, so, I spent the next hour or two reading An Abundance of Katherines (AAOK). It was nice to escape into someone else's hopeless moments and confusing life for a while. And I miss reading. <3
I talked mom into taking me out for food cuz it hurts to just be in the house. We went to Max and Erma's. I got tortilla soup (so delicious) and chicken fingers and a glass of Cherry Coke. It was really good and I felt okay for an hour or so. Then mom and I went home and I broke down in the car to the point of shaking again. I'm really not handling this well at all. And it's only gonna get worse.
I haven't gotten any homework done cuz I told mom and dad I didn't have any and it requires a computer to do it. But I don't care. If anyone asks tomorrow, I'm telling them what happened and how traumatizing it is/was and I doubt I'll be getting much sleep tonight. Mom wants me to take a pill. Title of this post is something Colin said to Hassan in AAOK. It was hilarious in context, as Colin was being sarcastic.
There's iced tea in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer. Time to drown myself in sugar.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
EDIT: I meant to say that I called Best Buy's Geek Squad and they said it's highly likely that they'll be able to save my hard drive, which means everything I listed above, lol. I sure as fuck hope so.
I'm writing this in the living room. *sigh* Hate this fucking computer.
Um. Okay, so, I had a dream about Sam and Dean and food but that's all I remember. I set my alarm for 8:30 cuz I wanted to get up today (I was gonna do last-minute homework). I ended up turning it off and going back to sleep, but I got up an hour later, which is still not bad, imo. So, I got up at 9:30 and got on my computer, of course. I came out to get some Sunny D (this will haunt me for the rest of my life).
I went back to my computer for another two hours. Around 11:00, John Green (on Twitter) announced that he was broadcasting live from an airport on BlogTV.com, so I clicked the link he posted and actually got to chat a little with him! :D I asked him if he knew of Bo Burnham or Toby Turner and if he liked them, and he said yes to Bo, but no to Toby, and that he thought Bo was pretty clever.
Then I asked if he ever read Jurassic Park, and he said yes, he read a ton of Crichton when he was in college (SQUEE!). The last question I asked was how long it took for his first book to get published. He said it took him five years to write it originally, then six months to edit it for his publisher, then another two years to edit it over and over again until it was completely ready to be published.
At about 11:30, I went to take a drink of Sunny D and accidentally knocked my glass over and SPILLED ORANGE JUICE ALL OVER TYRONE. It went under the keys and through this little port hole thingy in the front of Tyrone and he froze. I immediately started to clean him up, obviously, frenzied and out of my mind, and then I tried to turn him off. For the first time ever, he would not turn off.
I took his battery out and unplugged him and finished cleaning him off. Then I tried turning him back on again (plugged him back in) and it was a no-go. Big surprise. I took him out to the living room and informed teh rents of what happened, fighting back tears. We called the guy who fixed Tyrone the first time (I kept his card), but he didn't answer the phone (I would assume he's not open on Sundays).
An argument broke out between teh rents (dad was slightly insensitive about my problem just cuz he wasn't in a good mood at all this entire weekend) and dad left to the grocery store. Mom and I had an hour-long conversation about dad and my grades (which mom didn't freak about AT ALL! :D <333) and life and success and failure and saving my hard drive and all that stuffs.
Mom hugged me while I cried for a good ten minutes about Tyrone. I've cried multiple times since then and I'm still shaking. I feel nauseous and all I wanna do is sleep and sleep and sleep til everything's back to normal and Tyrone works again (which isn't likely, btw). Look, I realize I have probably an unhealthy attachment to my computer (for fuck's sake, I refer to it as a "he"), but my life is on Tyrone.
My stories (every fucking story I've worked on since I GOT Tyrone), my school work, my pictures of myself and my family and vacation AND Kiefer and Stephen and Jon and the like (endless folders full of pictures), my music and downloads and CD's that were ripped (Lonely Island and everything I uploaded yesterday), all my fucking videos (every. single. one.). I need a new computer, unfortunately.
Let's face it, though: Tyrone is three or four years old, which is pretty old for a laptop. He's my baby and I love him and I can't believe I killed him. I kinda hate myself for being so stupid. *sigh* Anyway, um, so, I spent the next hour or two reading An Abundance of Katherines (AAOK). It was nice to escape into someone else's hopeless moments and confusing life for a while. And I miss reading. <3
I talked mom into taking me out for food cuz it hurts to just be in the house. We went to Max and Erma's. I got tortilla soup (so delicious) and chicken fingers and a glass of Cherry Coke. It was really good and I felt okay for an hour or so. Then mom and I went home and I broke down in the car to the point of shaking again. I'm really not handling this well at all. And it's only gonna get worse.
I haven't gotten any homework done cuz I told mom and dad I didn't have any and it requires a computer to do it. But I don't care. If anyone asks tomorrow, I'm telling them what happened and how traumatizing it is/was and I doubt I'll be getting much sleep tonight. Mom wants me to take a pill. Title of this post is something Colin said to Hassan in AAOK. It was hilarious in context, as Colin was being sarcastic.
There's iced tea in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer. Time to drown myself in sugar.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
EDIT: I meant to say that I called Best Buy's Geek Squad and they said it's highly likely that they'll be able to save my hard drive, which means everything I listed above, lol. I sure as fuck hope so.