Today, I turned 22 human years old. That makes me Kitta – Version 2.2 Alpha.
It been a good day and week, but also, a sad week because yesterday was the anniversary of my grandfathers death (we’re planning on going to visit his grave this week). 😦
I was given some thoughtful and useful birthday presents by family and loved ones; A 1gb flash drive and money from my grandmother, a beautiful silver jewellery box and money from my mother, a midget Mexican that came in a El Maco meal from my brother (not really, but how cool would that be). One present that I seriously didn’t expect, and still haven’t gotten used to the fact I was given it, is this…
Yep. A MacBook.
A bloody Mac-fucking-book.
Mac-thatlookslikeabig-Book.
It was given to me by my loving, wonderful, amazing, [insert more ass kissing here] boyfriend Matt. He came over and presented me with two boxes wrapped in animal print paper, one was large and square and the other small and rectangular, he told me to open the latter first, I opened it and saw that it was a wireless access point. I thought ‘wireless, why the hell would he give me this?’ and proclaimed my thoughts in a confused tone, “wireless?” he smiled and said to open the larger box. I did as I was told and tore off a strip off the wrapping paper, enough to expose the pristine white box with ‘MacBook’ embossed on the front. My jaw dropped. I sat there not moving and staring at the box. I looked at Matt, then back at the box, back at Matt… Box. Matt. Box. Matt. Like eyeball pong. My brain finally connected the dots and I exclaimed, “you got me a MacBook!?” he replied with a simple “yep” and a nod. Again, for clarification purposes, I asked slowly “You. Got. Me. A. MacBook?!?” he responded with a laugh. I gently placed the box down – still only with a sliver of wrapping paper torn off to expose what was inside – and got up to give Matt a hug. I then went back and finished un-wrapping my present. I opened it up and I could not contain my excitement, I hugged him a few more times as he set-up the wireless, something which I was unable to do, for I was far too busy looking at it’s shininess and saying “a fucking MacBook” to myself.
I was in a Mac induced state and loved it.
I showed my mother my shiny new baby and the first thing she did was whisper harshly to me, “how much did that cost?!” and I ignored her because I was busy licking my Mac and introducing it to my iPod, my mother then looked at Matt and said his name, as if to scold him for spending so much money on me. Meanwhile I was in the background cuddling my new baby, telling it that we were going to be the bestest of best friends and from now on it was the only computer that owned my heart.
I should have know, Matt kept making jokes that he was going to give me a apple for my birthday, I simply took it as him being a tease and disregarded it. I had no idea. He said that my face when I opened it was classic. I named my shiny new MacBook Sabastian, mainly because I like the name, but also because I can make sexual innuendoes when Sabastian interfaces with my iPod Tatiana (oh yeah, they share their data hard, baby.)
I am planning to go out this weekend to celebrate with friends; see a movie, take some photos, eat Macca’s. Here’s to being one year old and one year wiser!
Note: Yes, I do realise that I now have to increase my age in the sidebar and colophon to 22 – someone already informed me at 12:00:01am – I shall change it later today.
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