My Kindle has a scratch or something on it. I am not amused.
I might not get my scholarship that was promised me for four years. I certainly know I won't be getting it after this year, if I get it at all.
I'm not getting internet in my room. When I asked my dad about it, he told me I shouldn't let something like that stop me from sending Amazon an e-mail. I'm kriffing sorry that I didn't sneak downstairs at eleven o'clock to go and send one e-mail, when you tell me that I should not head down the stairs when no one else is down there that late at night. I get in trouble for NOT breaking the rules, but breaking the rules gets me in trouble anyways. eff that.