Something to read later.

games > Kingdom Hearts > heart without a girl > fantasy, romance
by Quillslinger [1010150]
- Naminé, Alice
- Curiouser and curiouser. AliceNaminé yuri.

note to self: u_u fanart for this

---- (12:31:03 AM): go return it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

---- (12:31:07 AM): HURRY

---- (12:31:18 AM): tell them when u tried using it thats what it started doing!

---- (12:31:37 AM): bring receipt

---- (12:31:43 AM): ask for a replacement

---- (12:33:11 AM): if it actually says lens error it just may be a programming error, not cause u dropped it

. . .. (12:33:23 AM): Can I go to any Best Buy? Or does it have to be at the one I bought it at? Cos if it's the latter, there's no way I can get there.

---- (12:33:32 AM): any best buy

---- (12:33:36 AM): BRING RECEIPT

---- (12:33:44 AM): HURRY

---- (12:33:47 AM): go tomorrow

. . . (12:34:29 AM): ....uh. My receipt's at home.

. . . (12:34:47 AM): ..........fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. And I can't go tuesday, either.

. . . (12:35:02 AM): Thanks so much, though.

---- (12:35:05 AM): go to best buy and tell them that

---- (12:35:17 AM): and ask whats their return/exchange policy

---- (12:35:23 AM): it may be like 14days

---- (12:35:28 AM): so u have time

. . . (12:35:51 AM): Tell them that the camera started acting like it is when I first used it, right?

---- (12:36:17 AM): in the middle of use

---- (12:36:27 AM): ask them if they can replace it

---- (12:36:31 AM): if they ask for receipt

---- (12:36:37 AM): tell them u have it at home

---- (12:36:47 AM): if they need it, ask how many days u have to return it

---- (12:36:51 AM): i think its 14days

. . . (12:36:56 AM): Okay. What if they ask about warranty?

---- (12:37:00 AM): so u cna go home this weekend and go get it

---- (12:37:09 AM): its under warranty for 1yr

---- (12:37:12 AM): they wont ask

---- (12:37:21 AM): i think u can get it replaced form them

. . . (12:37:22 AM): ....do they have any way of checking that?

---- (12:37:49 AM): receipt~!

. . . (12:38:04 AM): Because I'm fairly sure I didn't get it. Or does is 1yr warranty automatic?

---- (12:38:11 AM): automatic

---- (12:38:21 AM): from nikon

. . . (12:38:43 AM): ............Okay. Know the closest best buy?

---- (12:39:04 AM): brodaway

---- (12:39:09 AM): lower east side

---- (12:39:16 AM): use google maps

. . . (12:40:09 AM): Aaaah, I give you a big, big hug. *___* I know I said this already but thankee thankee thank you so fucking much, ---- . :]

. . . (12:40:21 AM): <3

---- (12:40:23 AM): dont worry about it

---- (12:40:27 AM): let me know how it goes

So, as I understand it:
o1. go to Best Buy on Broadway, lower east side.
02. ask about return/exchange policy; might be 14 days.
o3. tell them screen started saying "lens error!" and lens does not focus and adjust properly. This happened in middle of use.
o4. ask them if they can replace it.
o5. when they ask for receipt, say you have it at home. Ask how many days left to return it.

-->it's under automatic warranty for one year, so they won't ask.


Dear friend, I mentioned this previously, but thank you so much.

<3>

It's sad, but it seems that this first entry is not going to be of bashful or sheepish greetings. Alas, no.

I am so fucking pissed.

Not even a week-- a goddamn, cuntmotherfuckcocksucking week-- since I've bought my spankin' new camera for that stupid, stupid, stupid art assignment. Not even a week. Nope. I've only had it for four days. Four fucking days.

And then I had to go and fumble and break it.

Pathetic. Pa-fucking-thetic. It fell six or so fucking inches from the fucking ground and it had to fucking fall on the fucking lens. Shit shit shit shitty-fucking-fuckity-shit.

Third time's the fucking charm, eh? I had two near-misses earlier. The first was in my room, where I had my cam on a tripod. The fucking tripod nearly fell when my foot caught on a leg. I barely prevented mass breakage.

The second time was in Union Sq, when I was chilling (literally, actually, and by the way, I loathe spring) on the steps across from Whole Foods. I was sketching and this guy (he was middle-aged, black, probably homeless and dressed in some nifty, psychedelic colors that I would never be caught dead in unless I was high on whatever he was having) sits next to me and we chat a bit and he comments genially on my uniform sketch and he leaves and ten minutes later I realize that my bag, which had been between the two of us, was open and oh my god did I forget to zip both pockets? Did that bum take anything from me?

(This is Manhattan, it was nearly midnight, and maybe he wasn't as high as I thought-- so of course I was paranoid.)

....then I remembered that, oh thank god, my mp3 player was in my left jacket pocket and my camera was in my right.

Crisis averted!

......and then, for whatever reason, when I was handling that camera a few minutes later, bad karma strikes.

WHY. Why the camera!? I know I was in for some nasty karma (cos of some sticky things I will not mention here) but-- my camera. My recently-bought, newly-broken camera.

I am so fucking pissed, which is really something because I can go for months without feeling truly and maddeningly pissed off.

Except in spring, apparently. I really do not like spring. Fuck these allergies.



....in other news.

- So. Met a new guy a couple of minutes after I broke my camera. He asked me what was wrong, after I made some frustrated gestures. We talked for a bit and he persuaded me to drink a beer with his friends. Right. Before we get the wrong idea, no, I was not into him, though he did ask my relationship status after he bought me a beer.

Right, like I was going to tell him I'm single. ....Okay, so I did, but I added that I was looking for a girlfriend. Bit of a lie, that, but what the hell. I didn't have to worry about him trying to chat me up.

I'm sure he might be a nice guy, but he was being something of an asshole to two employees at toastie's, which was where his friends were and where he bought the beer. I assume it could have been the beer he said he was drinking earlier.

But seriously, damn. You didn't have to snap at that guy. It wasn't his fault that the large bag of cans bumped into your skateboard. And you didn't have to make such an unnecessary comment to the cashier, either. Was there any reason for you to assume he was an immigrant? Fuck that. You were wrong about his age. You could be wrong about this, too.

And. And and and. You tell me that I can take it easy, I'm just a freshie, and imply that I don't have to work as hard and there's no way I could be loaded with school work? FUCK THAT. Art class isn't as easy as you think, asshole!

.......okay, I realize that I'm getting a little unreasonable. Nerves. Gah.


EDIT:// When I related this to my friends, they very reasonably asked me, what the hell was I thinking, agreeing to have a beer with total (male) strangers in the first place? Not in so many words and I'm paraphrasing, but they're right.

I plead temporary loss of sanity.


- Also, thank you, two friends who will be unnamed here. The first friend that I called: I am sorry for waking you up. I wish you had called sooner, because I said two to three minutes, not fifteen after the fact. But still, thank you. You remembered despite being sleepy and I'm grateful for that.

To the second friend: I love you. Thanks so much for responding so quickly and providing me with a getaway. And oyes, thankee so fucking much for having me over last week. <3>_< - To another unnamed friend, who gave me advice about the camera: Thank you thank you thank you. We don't hang out that often but nonetheless, you are an awesome, awesome friend. You are one of my few guy friends who I respect and admire and like. A lot. By the way, you're cute and smart and I totally want to steal your brain.

Mmkay, maybe not steal, but I wish your understanding of math could, like, copy itself and move into my brain via mental osmosis.

Did I mention I like your side profile? And your hugs. Also, I wish you'd model for me. <3 size="1">(by the way, you still owe me a cookie. yes i know i owe you $2 but... the cookie! D:
and i'll get that picture done, promise)