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Created: September 11, 2008, 03:35 AM |
So it's been awhile, I had to actually read my own journal to see when I last updated, because surprisingly, many many things happened in the past very few days.
So, let's see. My laptop has been breaking on and off for awhile. The screen was not displaying anything. It tended to "fix" itself (but we all know that's not really fixing it. It finally shot out for good on I think Friday night, coincidentally Friday night being a night Damon was over with his friends. I had hope that it would start to work at some point. Didn't. I almost overdosed on Advil PM trying to sleep the day away till Saturday when Damon would come and get me.
We went over his house, I just left my laptop at home. We were going to go to the Renn Fest on Sunday, so Damon tried to make me feel better by reminding me what a great time we'd have there. Unfortunately, Damon had a mysterious onslaught of terrible, wrenching tooth pain. He has a "problem" tooth (which is probably actually dead at this point) that suddenly sparked up again. It got worse and worse as the day went on. His mom had some left over prescription painkillers which failed to do anything for more than a half hour until the pain came back. It was very terrible to watch, really. I felt so awful about it. We obviously missed the Renn Fest on Sunday, and Damon knew we would before the night was over. He apologised way too much about it.
We proceeded to stay at his house Sunday. His mom didn't call the dentist till later on in the day because she was busy going out on the town with her new boyfriend. No additional comment, there. So Damon didn't get to go till Monday. His mom expected him to drive himself there under the influence of painkillers. Fortunately for Damon, the obvious flaw of that logic was just a bit too much for his mom, so she dropped out of work early to drive him there. I stayed in his bed and slept. He got back with some Vicadin (or Vikadin?) and a root canal (owch) scheduled...for this coming Monday.
I was supposed to go Monday (the 8th, not the Monday that didn't happen yet) with my grandmother to Best Buy to get my laptop analyzed. I just didn't want to go home and leave him with his mom while in pain and under heavy influence of extremely strong painkillers, so I ended up staying with him all of Monday, and all of Tuesday. Interestingly enough, the painkillers, along with making him sick for the first few hours after taking it, and making him sleep like a log for hours on end, the painkillers make him unbelievably aroused when he wakes up. So even though we were inside for entire days (something I'm VERY used to, whereas Damon is a bit uncomfortable with) we had some really interesting nights. I think I'll just leave you to your imagination with that one.
So anyway, Wednesday, which was yesterday as of this post, we finally went back to my house. Damon said his tooth did not hurt at all, and that he's pretty sure it actually died. It felt like a foreign object in his mouth, so yeah, we're pretty sure it's dead. He was worried it would fall out of his head before he got his root canal done, and would have to get a fake tooth instead. Either way, his tooth is dead. There was something about it being a vampire. I don't really know.
My grandmother stopped by with some of the unused food that my grandfather used to eat (unsure if I mentioned - he died), including egg drop soup mix (more on that later) and some ham-bean soup for my mom. She thought that she was just going to give me money and Damon would drive me to Best Buy, but we had thought that she was going to come with me to discuss at length any possible outcomes to the laptop situation.
My great aunt had sent me money for the Renn Fest, so I ended up getting that. My grandmother gave me 100 more dollars in cash, and then 60 dollars in cash "for the check" because I don't have 50 dollars in my account, therefore couldn't cash the 50 dollar check. So I deposited 150 dollars in my account, and Damon directed my grandmother to the very close Best Buy at the Arundel Mills Mall by my house. We walked in and I immediately walked in the wrong direction, which is why Damon is the one that gives the directions when my grandmother drives.
The guy was pretty helpful. I'm not sure if he was so nice because I was wearing my grey tank top which, according to Damon, shows off my body so nicely, or if he was just a nice guy.
He told it to me straight. The screen was dead. :(
Basically, I'd have to make an 84 dollar deposit to send it to Kentucky, it would spend three to four weeks there, getting evaluated for repairs. It would cost 150 to 250 dollars for parts and probably equal if more than that in labor costs.
My immediate answer was "are there any other options?" He said yeah, you could hook it up to an external monitor. I had tried that, but the plug was too small. It was a different plug, and he pointed it out to me that it was indeed a strange plug, he had never seen a laptop with that plug instead of the standard, other one. He literally gave me the adapter for the plug. I asked him how much it was, he goes, "Just take it, I got like ten of them." Damon said it's "cause I gots boobs" but I dunno. He's probably right, but I'm definitely not used to any of that. I apparently just became attractive within the last six months. Don't ask me. /shrug
As we're walking out of the store, something that literally would not have entered my mind at all had it not been soooooo fucking conveniently placed right on one of those white display cases, was the new Spore game. Damon and I have both wanted to play it for so long ever since we heard about it and got the creature creator. I instinctively picked it up and went "Oh dude, Spore!". I had told Damon to NOT let me mention Spore to my grandmother, because she WILL get it. So, long tangent short, I got Spore.
So anyway, we get home, and rearrange all of my shit that's on my two desks. I have absolutely no space any more. I had to move everything, 'everything' being all of this decorative shit, off of my one desk, and all the junk on the other desk. I put all the decorative stuff on my dresser-desk, and my other desk has my absolutely motherfucking honkin' huge old monitor on it. I'm just glad the desk was designed for that shit, else I'd be screwed.
So anyway, my grandmother, being my grandmother, LOVES to give me money and buy me things. She says that she does not love it, but rather it's a disease old people are prone to where they unwittingly hand out money to their grandchildren. It is however, more prominent in women than men, considering my grandfather was a stickler and a half with his money. He wouldn't even get cable TV for the longest time. (Not gonna mention how I don't have it.) So she is actually going to save her chunky social security checks (beefed up since my grandfather died) and buy me a new laptop in November or December, for Christmas.
I feel so bad about it, but there really isn't anything I can do. I want a new one, she knows I want a new one, and she will not let me say no. If I say no, she will say, "No it's okay," or "I said I would and it's for Christmas," or anything she can to make me let her. She'd be mad if I didn't take it! Not that I don't really appreciate everything she pays for me or does for me, it's just... $1200 isn't much if it's over a few months, but in one bulk sum, that never has happened, not for expensive dental work (hello dad's government employment insurance), not for a younger spoiling-age Christmas, nothin'.
So anyway, under the guidance of my raid leader (of all people) I formatted my laptop after we got it hooked up. This was at about 2:00. We get everything together, but I just notice, near 4:30, that the sound doesn't work. Damon wanted to go to the store with his mom, and we had to be home by 5:00. So we hurry up, pack up, and go.
We unpack my laptop at his house, set it up, everything. His mom gets home as we're hardwiring the internet to my laptop (since he can't use his computer while mine's hooked up anyways). His router is some crazy shit that is directly connected with his phone line, and his internet is directly connected to his cable TV. Crazy shit. Anyway, the phone cuts out, and his mom goes ballistic. She reacts as if we're hacking at the computer with an axe. Then she gets upset that we aren't ready immediately, which is quite ironic. Whose mom has ever been ready to leave the second they got home, especially after a history of lolly gagging.
So we go, and we go to Target. I spout off about how AWFUL my old computer is and how I failed the hunter epic Winterspring demon literally just because my computer was bad, we talk about scary movies, some other junk. Target goes slowly and boringly, but I just enjoy being out with Damon. Unfortunately, his mom tries really hard to make it unenjoyable.
We head to Burger King and eat some terribly unsatisfying food. Apparently his mom and sister always go to Burger King when they go shopping for the week, but I couldn't tell you why. The fries actually, literally, tasted like someone spilled an entire thing of salt into the fryer, along with some dead fish and some seaweed. Like, seriously. I had to chew Spearmint gum to get that taste out of my mouth.
As we're heading to the actual grocery store (as it gets dark) Damon's talking to his mom about her boyfriend. He says "You're totally fucking him, aren't you?" (hey, I never said he was eloquent) and she goes berserk. Like totally fucking berserk. She claims that Damon called her a 'whore' (because of the implications of the word 'fucking') and doesn't take any suggestion from him to calm down because it wasn't a big deal.
She calms down to a point in the grocery store. We spend a lot of time there, but we found a neat little bird ladder for our hamster, along with some treats and some cookies for me.
The ride home was abominable. Damon's mom starts telling him not to leave dishes in the sink because she doesn't want to wake up or come home to a dirty house, and they start arguing about how Damon doesn't do anything, but Damon says he does, and she says "No sry ur wrong," because apparently her calling at 10:00 am and asking him what he's doing means that for the following 7 hours until she gets home, we don't do anything except hang around the house. So the argument escalates until the point where Damon says "just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you have to take it out on me." She says that she's not just in bad mood and all her nitpickings are legit, but very very soon after that claim makes it clear that she's still mad that Damon out rightly called her a whore, because that happened.
So basically, after all is said and done, Damon packs up my laptop, gets my stuff, gets his stuff, and we walk out the door and drive back to my house.
So we spend from when we get back at my house at like 9:45 till nearly 1:00 fixing my damn laptop. We had to format it a second time because the sound didn't work. So uh, now, nearly 14 hours after I got Spore, I'm going to finish this entry and install it.
P.S. Egg Drop Soup is apparently supposed to be good when the egg is silky strands and the soup is thin and light in flavor. Personally, I like my soup to have body to it and enjoy when my egg strands are plump and fat, preferably so large that they need to be chewed a few times. Sometimes, "the best" way just isn't. It just isn't.
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