A "Love" Letter to my Laptop

Hey blog readers. Sorry I haven't written in a while, I think you'd probably like to read quality blog posts over quantity--I am not going to post everyday if there is nothing interesting to write. But I suppose there are always interesting things to write, it just depends on how inspired I feel.



So anyway. Homecoming happened on Saturday night. Summary of homecoming: Hormonal teenagers rubbing against eachother to the YMCA and Grease showtunes. I just couldn't make myself grind to the YMCA. Isn't that song about Christian men saving the world together? I just don't know. How classy, right? Perhaps I'll dedicate a whole blog post sometime soon to high school dances. They aren't my favorite thing but it was interesting to compare my experience now to the last homecoming I went to homecming freshman year. Actually a lot has changed. And some things just never change. Which is good. And bad. Enough said.

Let's see... Is there anything else to report? I started reading Bel Canto for Book Club at school and I am really enjoying it. It is really easy to get through and so far it is quite addicting. Everyone should join book club. Go book club!

You know what I really want? A MacBookPro. My computer sucks. So much. This is what I would say to my laptop if it would only understand:

Dear My Dell Laptop,

I'm sorry I haven't loved you as much as I promised when I ordered you a few years ago. I had such high hopes for our relationship, you were silvery and beautiful and I was young and naive. and thought we could conquer this unsettling world together. But you have disappointed me one time too many and sometimes you make me so angrythat I want to throw you from a skyscraper and watch you break into a million pieces onto the concrete pavement. I know you try, but sometimes trying just won't make the cut. You are slow, lazy and unreliable. I do have a few apologies to make I suppose. I am sorry that I ripped off two of your keys. It was by accident, really, I promise it was. I'm sorry for that. Oh and I'm also sorry my dad dropped you and your screen shattered. But we got you a new one eventually. It was all good in the end.

I'm also sorry that I can't be faithful. You sit on my desk all day unwanted while I go to the Apple website and dream about the day I can replace you and get a MacBookPro. I guess you could also call me a cheater, because whenever possible I avoid turning you on and go upstairs to use the family reliable Mac computer. I think you must be angry with me because now you refuse to let me listen to your beautiful voice on Youtube, which makes me watch all my favorite TV shows on the Mac upstairs. I'm sorry for that as well.

As soon as I have enough money, I am going to leave you. I think it's time that you packed your things and got the hell out; delete your memory card. It's time to delete our history (all the websites we have visited together) and it is time to delete all your favorites. I'm sorry if you end up in some factory, or even worse the landfill. But it's time. I give everything into this relationship and you give absolutely nothing back. Once I leave, I won't come back to you, I won't. I know I have in the past, but I am a different person than when we met. I want a laptop that is reliable, always there for me when I need it. I don't need a couch potato, I need an olympic athlete. My future laptop won't get sick all the time with your so called "viruses" and it will turn on with just the touch of a beautiful button. You take at least five minutes to load and are sick all the time. You always write, "Not responding" and sometimes even hsut down withot notice. It upsets me very much. I'm glad you can now read how I feel, my dear old laptop, because our relationship is officially, 100 percent over. It is even Facebook official.

Sincerely,

Your Ex-Lover,

Aviva

Well I better get back to work. If you are reading this and you aren't a follower, please follow this blog. The more followers I have, the more motivation I will have to write more posts. Please, please follow me. I love you all.

Have a lovely evening.

You know it's a palindrome kind of world.