Thanksgiving weekend. Finals in 2 weeks. Just like clockwork, my laptop stops working. AARRRRRRRRGGGGHH!
If Toshiba were here right now, I'd punch him in the throat. And probably yell a whole lot. You know, that uncontrollable fit of anger yelling, where flecks of your spittle come flying out and land on the other person's face. That kind of yelling. And maybe I'd stomp on Toshiba's foot and insult his mother. Because besides being fat, stupid, and ugly, she's given birth to an evil son who makes inferior and generally crappy laptops.
Oh sure, Toshiba used to make good laptops. And then once he had his great reputation he started out-sourcing production. Naturally, this led to inferior products, which in turn, has led to my absolute misfortune, and in turn, my extreme ire.
I hate you Toshiba. You make me mad. SO. MAD.
AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH! (This isn't just a scream. This is a scream with action. Fist-clenching, elbows brought in tightly to my sides, face pointed upward and set in a frightening contorted visage I howl this scream as the intensity in my eyes burns ever hotter.)
Somebody needs to do something about this constant problem. Over the past two years my laptops have broken about 10 times, and usually they're broken around finals. Which is about the worst thing that can happened to an already over-stressed law student. Frankly, I think I've earned a semester of working-laptop with all I've gone through. Or at least a quicker trip through Purgatory.
In fact, I think I've shown tremendous restraint thus far. The sheer fact that I haven't drop-kicked my laptop off the balcony is a miracle. I just keep telling myself "they won't replace it if you destroy it." Of course, they haven't bloody well replaced it anyways, so maybe that doesn't matter so much.
Freakin' Toshiba. Don't ever buy their laptops.
On a more happily inquisitive note, what do you think they used before the zamboni was invented?
And I've got Smokey who's been driving for years