My father was trying to run a Cycling Or Something program disc on our laptop/desktop, but found that the thing wouldn't work with macs.
Instead of, you know, using a different program, or just buying the Mac version (90 percent cert it exists) this motherfucker BOUGHT A HUGENORMOUS PC DESKTOP AND STORED IT IN THE WORKOUT ROOM BECAUSE WE HAVE NO GODDAMN PLACE TO PUT IT.
REALLY
REALLY.
HE BOUGHT
A PC
OUT OF SPITE
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AM I RELATED TO THIS MAAAAAAAAAAAN
xx
Monday, October 8, 2012
Catching Up
My poor, poor blog, I've abandoned you once again.
Granted, I've had actual Life to attend to, always fun.
It's thanksgiving weekend here in Canada (the fact that I have to clarify is just another way that American culture has shit on my life), so I got the day off school today, which I appreciate. Unfortunately, I've spent all weekend with family invading my house/personal space, so it's not like I've been kicking back on my tumblr or anything.
The life I lead is a difficult one.
--
Okay, don't get me wrong. I love my family.
I just... hate them. With more of a passion and frequency and intensity than I find myself loving them.
But I have Calabrese blood in me (Italians? no? moving on...) so, you know, it's acceptable.
Yesterday was dramatic. I managed to offend an entire family branch of mah people in under thirty seconds, which is probably a record for me. Not that I particularly care whose feelings I hurt or when (leggo Simona, make yourself sound like EVEN MORE of a cold hearted biatch than you already are!); it's just that, now I have to do the whole Ego Buildup, I'm Sorry I Didn't Mean What I Said thing, which is always the worst part.
I'm not good at apologizing, because I never say things that aren't true, so I'm never really truly sorry for saying them.
Why People Think I'm Awful: A Short History
Oh how I wish I could go into specifics.
Where are my internet friends from across the globe who will come save me and bring me to AustraliaNewZealandDublinEtc and let me help run their small but internationally acclaimed Internet Thing for just enough profit/board?
Where are they now?
Going to go read the 294038957486548 Cracked.com (don't make fun of me, I have no idea how I end up there I just DO) articles I noncommittally opened in under a minute,
Simona *
Granted, I've had actual Life to attend to, always fun.
It's thanksgiving weekend here in Canada (the fact that I have to clarify is just another way that American culture has shit on my life), so I got the day off school today, which I appreciate. Unfortunately, I've spent all weekend with family invading my house/personal space, so it's not like I've been kicking back on my tumblr or anything.
The life I lead is a difficult one.
--
Okay, don't get me wrong. I love my family.
I just... hate them. With more of a passion and frequency and intensity than I find myself loving them.
But I have Calabrese blood in me (Italians? no? moving on...) so, you know, it's acceptable.
Yesterday was dramatic. I managed to offend an entire family branch of mah people in under thirty seconds, which is probably a record for me. Not that I particularly care whose feelings I hurt or when (leggo Simona, make yourself sound like EVEN MORE of a cold hearted biatch than you already are!); it's just that, now I have to do the whole Ego Buildup, I'm Sorry I Didn't Mean What I Said thing, which is always the worst part.
I'm not good at apologizing, because I never say things that aren't true, so I'm never really truly sorry for saying them.
Why People Think I'm Awful: A Short History
Oh how I wish I could go into specifics.
Where are my internet friends from across the globe who will come save me and bring me to AustraliaNewZealandDublinEtc and let me help run their small but internationally acclaimed Internet Thing for just enough profit/board?
Where are they now?
Going to go read the 294038957486548 Cracked.com (don't make fun of me, I have no idea how I end up there I just DO) articles I noncommittally opened in under a minute,
Simona *
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