Guess where I'm typing this entry from. Go on, guess. Give up? Well, it's my motherfuckin' laptop, bitch! Hell yeah!

I was sitting in my room here about twenty minutes ago when I spotted my poor (supposedly) broken laptop in the cabinet under the television. I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be outrageous if my laptop started working again?" You know, that kind of wishful thinking people usually save for ways to stay out of class or somehow win the lottery. So, I pulled out the laptop, pulled the screen up, and half-heartedly pushed the power button. To my extreme shock, the on light flickered into sweet, sweet life.

If it hadn't been 1:30 in the morning and had my young stepbrothers not been asleep in the room next to mine, I would've screamed at the top of my lungs from shock and joy. Jesus Christ, what are the odds that this happened? Did I please some god up there? Am I just a really good person? I just about had a hernia and a heart attack all at the same time. Lauren must've thought I had gone mad seeing me stare slack-jawed and wide-eyed at what she probably thought was her laptop. We're both overjoyed--and extremely confused.

Okay. The professional at Sony sent the laptop back saying that the motherboard was fried and that it would take $650 to fix it. Did he try to turn the thing on? Absolutely everything on my laptop is intact--not a single file or program is missing. Has my laptop been fine this whole time and just needed a minute to dry, or did the tecnician feel sorry for me and fix it free of charge? I guess I'll never know. What matters is that I have my laptop back and I don't have to raise $650 to fix it. So I won't ask any questions.

I feel so liberated! No longer am I under pressure to work all the time and race against the clock to make money before the semester is over. I can save my money and buy things I need without feeling guilty or pressured!

In the words of the great Arthur H:

"Pourquoi la vie est si belle?"
Unknown at 1:49 AM

  ¢ prénom:  Catherine
  ¢ âge:  Twenty-One
  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls

Boredom Incarnate
Inner Voice
Mososo Kruppe!
Razored Wings
The Seraph's Atelier

  ¢ StarSpine Hoodie
  ¢ Gold Pullover
  ¢ Coupling

Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
  ¢ Marnie Maclean
  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
  ¢ VG Cats
  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2

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