Internet hates me. :/
UGH!!!! I just want to pick up Rodney and throw him against the wall. HARD. (Rodney is laptop, I do not have any little kids around for throwing purposes. That's mean.)
He just… just… gah. The internet has been fluxing on and off all day, and just when I'm ready to do something, he decides that, no, sorry, it's NOT GONNA WORK!!! My dad can usually get on, but whenever I try, forget about it. It's like he knows when I'm gonna do something, and denies me every time. (Only on now because I'm "borrowing" our neighbors internet.)
*fumes* Rodney throws little tantrums like this, and it makes me just want to beat him repeatedly against something really hard. Like cement. Or brick. Something. Geez.
Well, rant done. For now. Can't promise anything for later. At least I didn't have anything really pressing to get done online today. :(
He just… just… gah. The internet has been fluxing on and off all day, and just when I'm ready to do something, he decides that, no, sorry, it's NOT GONNA WORK!!! My dad can usually get on, but whenever I try, forget about it. It's like he knows when I'm gonna do something, and denies me every time. (Only on now because I'm "borrowing" our neighbors internet.)
*fumes* Rodney throws little tantrums like this, and it makes me just want to beat him repeatedly against something really hard. Like cement. Or brick. Something. Geez.
Well, rant done. For now. Can't promise anything for later. At least I didn't have anything really pressing to get done online today. :(