Hey, guys, I just wanted to tell you that this morning, the universe decided to rape my laptop in the ass. I'm at my grandparents' house right now, typing a paper, so I thought I'd just tell you all. If my dad can't fix it, then... Uhhh, I don't know.
The laptop made some weird buzzing noises over the past few days, and now it only turns on for a few minutes at a time before shutting off. Apparently, that means there might be an issue with the fan or something. My dad's pretty good with electronics, so I'll ask him about it. I tried using that canned air stuff to spray the dust out of what I could see of the fan, but apparently it's better to open the laptop up and do it? I'm NOT opening it without my dad.
It's pretty old for a laptop, I guess. 3 1/2 years. It has also been a piece of shit from the very beginning. Unfortunately, I have a grand total of $131, which isn't going to buy me a new non-shitty laptop if this can't be fixed. The cheapest laptop at all on the Walmart site is $248, and I don't even know if it's a good one or not. I wonder if the pawn shop has laptops and, if they do, if I should trust them. Of course, with my luck, they'd have one there for under $131, but it would have over 9000 viruses, and the keys would be sticky with AIDS-infested jizz.
So, my sister had a friend over yesterday that asked me, "Super Duck, can I look through your room?" WHY would you ask that, child? What on Earth makes you think I'd say yes!? This friend was mostly non-annoying, but I really hate it when my sister's friends bother me.
Anyway, I miss FCG, but I won't get to see her tomorrow because the seniors are going on a field trip. I can't believe how soon she's leaving. I also can't believe how strongly I feel about her. It's almost weird to think about. I mean, this time last year, I thought she was gross and weird, and now she's all I want. When I'm with her and I look into her light blue eyes I just... I feel all happy. Blah, you don't want to read all this shit. I don't even know what I'm trying to say.
Do you know how many more times I get to see her? Um... 7. I didn't want to share that number since it makes me feel horrible, but she's SOOO happy. In fact, she's on facebook right now saying how happy she is, and I want to be happy for her, but it's really hard. In less than 2 weeks, she will be gone. And I won't get to touch her hair or (sort of) hold her hand or see her every day or have her smile at me in the halls or... anything. All I'll be able to do is put aside my lameness and use the phone.
I am totally ignoring my paper right now. I feel like throwing up. I'm about 75% done with the paper, though. Ughhh, it's so annoying. It's also by far the crappiest paper I have ever written.