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Alright, I'm pretty much out of commision now. If there was ever better affirmation that my life sucks, it's this.
Last night I was reading/etc. on my laptop in the living room, no big deal. So it's time to go to bed and I set my computer down. I turn off the lights, and reach for my pillow.
Big mistake.
Next thing I hear a glass fall to the ground and break, spilling HAWAIIAN PUNCH all over the ground where my and my mom's laptops are. So we have have to clean it, and fast. Hers was untouched, mine got the worse end of the spill.
Funny enough, both chargers had the charging lights on last night even after the spill, so I thought they'd be fine. But when I woke up this morning, mine wouldn't turn on.
I know how she is, she'll refuse to fix it. So... until I can talk to someone I know or magically get a job tomorrow, I'm done.
I haven't spoken to her yet, but I've known her long enough to know what she's going to say.
Its your fault you made me leave that cup there.
Why didn't you watch what you were doing?
etc, etc.
What makes me upset isn't the fact that she left that drink there; I know its not her fault. It's that she won't accept responsibility for it. She's going to blame me for making that mess and sealing my own computer's fate. Which it is, in a way. I could always improve. But her? Oh no. No, no. All her problems around her are the result of surrounding factors and people, nothing is ever her fault.
I wonder what happened to her as a kid to give her such a complex?
I just... ugh. I love her, but I don't understand how adults can be so childish.
On a lighter note, last night I dreamt there was a school fair. All kinds of booths were set up, but the one I looked forward to the most was the one where I would get to MEET NAOKI URASAWA, quite possibly my favorite manga artist of all time. I was excited because I wanted to ask him if he could do a sketch in my sketchbook.
I woke up before I ever had a chance to see the panel. :(
Last night I was reading/etc. on my laptop in the living room, no big deal. So it's time to go to bed and I set my computer down. I turn off the lights, and reach for my pillow.
Big mistake.
Next thing I hear a glass fall to the ground and break, spilling HAWAIIAN PUNCH all over the ground where my and my mom's laptops are. So we have have to clean it, and fast. Hers was untouched, mine got the worse end of the spill.
Funny enough, both chargers had the charging lights on last night even after the spill, so I thought they'd be fine. But when I woke up this morning, mine wouldn't turn on.
I know how she is, she'll refuse to fix it. So... until I can talk to someone I know or magically get a job tomorrow, I'm done.
I haven't spoken to her yet, but I've known her long enough to know what she's going to say.
Its your fault you made me leave that cup there.
Why didn't you watch what you were doing?
etc, etc.
What makes me upset isn't the fact that she left that drink there; I know its not her fault. It's that she won't accept responsibility for it. She's going to blame me for making that mess and sealing my own computer's fate. Which it is, in a way. I could always improve. But her? Oh no. No, no. All her problems around her are the result of surrounding factors and people, nothing is ever her fault.
I wonder what happened to her as a kid to give her such a complex?
I just... ugh. I love her, but I don't understand how adults can be so childish.
On a lighter note, last night I dreamt there was a school fair. All kinds of booths were set up, but the one I looked forward to the most was the one where I would get to MEET NAOKI URASAWA, quite possibly my favorite manga artist of all time. I was excited because I wanted to ask him if he could do a sketch in my sketchbook.
I woke up before I ever had a chance to see the panel. :(