Irritation: Being unable to move my laptop from its present location.
Dell laptop, you slay me.
Since I graduated high school I have had the same silver Dell Inspiron laptop. Larger than a breadbox, this hunk of plastic and metal has been lugged from school to school, coffeeshop to coffeeshop, and is now presently resting underneath a giant hammer I am prepared to swing. For serious, laptop, how many times have we been through this? From your inability to ward off viruses to your constant need to destroy laptop chargers and make me replace them, I have waited on you hand and foot (and repairman, and man in India, and Axicom workman). You have been wiped four times, been through six adaptors, three batteries, and a whole can of screen cleaner. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!! And now here you are, unable to hold a charge unless I jimmy-rig your adaptor and force it down with a heavy ceramic plate and avoid breathing on you. I can't move you, can hardly touch you, and am afraid to cross my legs in fear that you might spontaneously turn off if I brush the table too hard. Why, laptop? Why me? Why now?
Your slave,
Harper
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Dear Laptop
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Garden Party
These are some of my favorite summer photos. Whimsical, bright, and colorful... the epitome of summer.
2012 Twitter
So I've started the 2012 trend stream on Twitter. Check it out for what to expect in the impending year. Post your views on 2012 below. I'd love to hear some good ones.
Ex. 2012 is indicative of the birth of a lovechild between Tilda Swinton and Christopher Walken #2012
Monday, July 20, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Not About Love
Despite the title, this amazing Fiona Apple music video is a perfect depiction of my relationship with my boyfriend. Spot on, Fiona.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SnFiaQ9ukM
I really do believe that we are that quirky disgustingly playful couple that pride ourselves on our unending harrassment of one another.
Stuck inside trying to concentrate on a final paper for Modern Criticism... I just can't feel that critical on a day as lovely as this.... but apparently I am fine enough to write a hundred post-its and notes all over of things to remember around my apartment. Ah summer, le sigh.
