camillelouise:

Pardon my excessive posts but I’ve missed the internet so bad. Our computer died. Somehow she thought that it would be funny to burn herself. Really, she did burn herself. My brother was reformatting her (as usual), I asked my brother to install this certain Windows Vista transformation pack but unfortunately it caused her to work slow. So the reformatting began. She was uncooperative. My brother did some tinkering. And then out of nowhere, she sparked. Something smelled. Her insides burned. And so, we mourn. She was a high school graduation gift from my grandmother. I have made all of  my homeworks, projects, and thesis with her help. I have surfed the internet through her. I have discovered different places because of her. This is a weird entry I might add. I am commemorating our old computer.

I was the damsel-in-not-so-distress, and so my knight-in-shining-armor was kind enough to lend us a laptop. Of which my brother and I would forever be grateful.

I think I saw my father smile, when we told him that my boyfriend lent us this. I think Melvin just earned 100pts from my dad. (my dad still hates the idea that I have a boyfriend.)