And as with most great stories, I'm going to FLASHBACK.
My poor (and stupid) HP swivel notebook imploded around 3 months or so ago. Since then, up until last Friday, I was having the laptop-less nightmare every single night. Worst, I woke up and saw my self in the same nightmare-ish reality every single day. Of course, I wanted to have it fixed, if possible, but the cost of having it done would basically equal to a similar-spec'd lappy so I decided to wait.
And that was the most difficult part.
Well, the wait was outrageously longer than this part of my story, but I wouldn't want to use up all the space in this post, do I? So let me fast forward.
After weeks and months of convincing my Dad he should get a Macbook (so I could have his 3gig ram, 500gig hd lappy), he finally set a date to give it a chance. WEDNESDAY, he said. We would be going to PowerHub to check the macbooks out.
Wednesday came, BUT we never went there. I ranted, naturally. I FLIPPIN' NEEDED A LAPTOP already! Buy a new one so I can have yours and I can get this agony over with!!!!!, I was furiosly thinking to myself. WHY AM I NOT THIS WORLD'S RICHEST UHMM ... TEACHER????? GEEEEEZZZZZ.
Thursday afternoon, he sent me an sms saying, Let's go to Chimes (where PowerHub is) at 5pm. I was caught in between UHM OKAY and OKAYYYYY!!!!!! but I didn't want to keep my hopes high, just in case. True enough, something came up and we weren't able to go. Good thing he moved the PowerHub visit to Friday.
Friday, at last. Today's the day, yes.
My half-day class couldn't take any longer! I was so anxious, happy, nervous... I can't even explain how I was feeling, and WHY I felt that way. You're not getting a new laptop, it's the hand-me-down you're getting, why on earth are you all giddy???, I asked myself. So I tried to calm down as we finally left for the store.
When we got there, It felt all sorts of awkward. We were heading towards a store filled with the most GOSHDANGDROOLWORHTY gadgets ever made on this earth, and I needed to convince him to get one so I could have his, when at the back of my mind I was crying AHHHHHHHHH I WANT THAT ONE TOOOOOOO OMHECKKKKK WHY ARE THEY SO PRETTY STOP STARING AT ME YOU BRIGHT GLOWY THINGGGGGSS I HATE YOUR PRETTY ALUMINUM CASES AND BRILLIANTLY FLASHING APPLE DRAWINGS! AND YOUR SMOOTH FLOWY ICONS MOVING LIKE SUGAR ARE INSANELY CAPTIVATING, I WANT THAT AHHHHH!!!!
So, which is it?, My Dad's voice woke me up from the trance. Oh! This one, I told him, pointing to the 13-inch Macbook Pro. The tech guy told him about the specs, and I demonstrated moving the cursor about the screen AND I WANTED TO ROLL MY EYES AT HOW RIDICULOUSLY HANDSOME THE MACBOOK PRO WAS OMHECK ARGGH. I couldn't even remember what I was telling him at that point. I was in my own MAC-ADORING moment, LOST IN THE SEEMINGLY SWOOSHING MOTION OF ITS ICONS. GAHHH.
OKAY, THAT ONE. He said.
WOW, HE'S GETTING A MACBOOK. YES.
Wait, I told my Dad. You're getting a macbook pro? You didn't even touch it.
THEN THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED.
No, its YOURS, he told me.
Well, not really, but OMGGG I JUMPED AND HUGGED MY DAD AND SQUEEEEEEEEE'D LIKE HECK, all the people at PowerHub were laughing at me. I DIDN'T CARE! HOLYMOTHEROFBATMAN A MACBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK.