I know *exactly* what I want for Christmas.
A new laptop.
It would be my third one in the past four years.
I had an HP, which started going bad before falling victim to a power surge. Twice. Bye, bye, motherboard. Bye, bye, all my fan fiction documents up to that point.
I have a Fujitsu. It already died once, wiping out all my files in the process, because the fucking HD somehow damaged itself. It likes to present me with the BSOD at random, sometimes three times in less than an hour. It lags like a motherfucker to the point that I'm about to cry right now because I am trying to fucking Photoshop and it's taking ten minutes to go from the marquee tool to moving my cursor to whatever else I'm going to click, be it a layer or the magic wand.
Bonus: the fucking power cord for the Fujitsu died in the middle of freshman year, so I had to borrow someone else's power cord while waiting for a new one to ship in. Yeah, nearly blew a fucking final.
All this and my muse just woke up, too. Why?! I just want to get all these other chibis and things out of the way before tackling my next big Dean/Castiel fan art. Why do this to me? WHY?!
On another note...
Mom.
Stop this noise. You keep saying I shouldn't turn down every event held at someone's church and that I should go for the social factor, to mingle with people, to learn how to behave in society. You don't get it, do you? I don't want anything to do with Korean-American churches, period. I am not like them. Frankly, I am terrified of themStop trying to make me like them. It's not going to happen and you know it.
By the way, stop treating me like a lost cause. Stop saying you should've done this, you should've done that, whatever. Stop talking about how hopeful you are for Brandon; stop talking about how since he's still at home with you he's being influenced and shit while I'm fucking miles away and therefore out of reach and out of touch. Stop talking about how I need to be more open-minded.
And stop talking about all the missed opportunities. I wanted to participate in that program that would take me to Europe back in high school, and you said it was too expensive. Oh, that Leadership America bullcrap? Too expensive, not enough time, yadda yadda yadda. And Brandon gets to go to New York City and learn that CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is a fucking lie, and you're telling me I'm the one turning everything down, I'm the one not grabbing opportunity by its horns?
And you wonder why it's so hard to reach me sometimes. You wonder why I don't want to come home all the fucking time.
GEE I FUCKING WONDER.
It would be my third one in the past four years.
I had an HP, which started going bad before falling victim to a power surge. Twice. Bye, bye, motherboard. Bye, bye, all my fan fiction documents up to that point.
I have a Fujitsu. It already died once, wiping out all my files in the process, because the fucking HD somehow damaged itself. It likes to present me with the BSOD at random, sometimes three times in less than an hour. It lags like a motherfucker to the point that I'm about to cry right now because I am trying to fucking Photoshop and it's taking ten minutes to go from the marquee tool to moving my cursor to whatever else I'm going to click, be it a layer or the magic wand.
Bonus: the fucking power cord for the Fujitsu died in the middle of freshman year, so I had to borrow someone else's power cord while waiting for a new one to ship in. Yeah, nearly blew a fucking final.
All this and my muse just woke up, too. Why?! I just want to get all these other chibis and things out of the way before tackling my next big Dean/Castiel fan art. Why do this to me? WHY?!
On another note...
Mom.
Stop this noise. You keep saying I shouldn't turn down every event held at someone's church and that I should go for the social factor, to mingle with people, to learn how to behave in society. You don't get it, do you? I don't want anything to do with Korean-American churches, period. I am not like them. Frankly, I am terrified of themStop trying to make me like them. It's not going to happen and you know it.
By the way, stop treating me like a lost cause. Stop saying you should've done this, you should've done that, whatever. Stop talking about how hopeful you are for Brandon; stop talking about how since he's still at home with you he's being influenced and shit while I'm fucking miles away and therefore out of reach and out of touch. Stop talking about how I need to be more open-minded.
And stop talking about all the missed opportunities. I wanted to participate in that program that would take me to Europe back in high school, and you said it was too expensive. Oh, that Leadership America bullcrap? Too expensive, not enough time, yadda yadda yadda. And Brandon gets to go to New York City and learn that CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is a fucking lie, and you're telling me I'm the one turning everything down, I'm the one not grabbing opportunity by its horns?
And you wonder why it's so hard to reach me sometimes. You wonder why I don't want to come home all the fucking time.
GEE I FUCKING WONDER.