Angry girl in Action?

All I wanted to do is have a nice relaxing Sunday, but I guess it just was not meant to be. I get the dog and pack up the computer because it seems to be doing this thing where it just shuts down or the screen freezes. Now for the first two months of this I just kind of “oh well” and restarted it now it is getting to the point where I want to launch it out the frockin’ window. I guess I am like that with my anger; I can only channel it for a few months and then, I turn into the spawn of Satan.
So I get the car loaded and set out to my mom and dads house. My dad is like that McGuiver (however you spell his name, spell checker has a red zigzagging line under it) guy and can fix anything.

Buy the way as I am driving the truck in front of me has a nut sack, a tan color sock with what might have been tennis balls in it hanging from the trailer hitch. I don’t know how I noticed it, I usually zone out while I am driving and don’t notice much. This is why I am not a police office. I still want a car like in Knight Rider that talks to me, does not get lost and can drive itself to where I need to go.

(anyway - yes i do get sidetracked easily)

So I have my theory it is the video card, but when my dad opened it up he noticed only 3 of the 4 fans on the inside are running. I did not tell him it was probably due to the fact I stuck my finger in that one to see if it was running, it was spinning so fast i could not tell...so, yeah... it was running. So he fixed that and we swapped the video card, which was pissing us both off since the driver for the card was not loading. My dad was so pissed he called the computer a “pig” weird… I don’t know where that came from or what he has against pigs, I mean he likes bacon…but whatever, that was my cue to walk away.

Once it was loaded we went to see District 9, it was an ok movie but I heard my dad laugh when a pig got launched across the screen… I just sat there and wondered if pigs were going to be the theme of the day.

Ok no more spoilers here…moving on.

There was four high school aged giggling girls behind us who just would not shut the hell up, I mean if I am going to pay to listen to someone talk to me it had better be a doctors office, or I guess a phone sex line…not that I would ever do that sort of thing, but you get the point, it better benefit me. Then as soon as they finally get quiet, one of their phone rings… it was the most annoying ring ever…did they download it at "sounds_that_could_kill_a_dolphin.com" To make it worse I think it took her a good two minutes to find it. I think the whole theater wanted to kick them out at that point.

I get back home and tell my mom what a crappy day it has been, and she says that it takes more energy to be mad than it does to just be nice. Really? Has this theory been tested?

I get in the car and head home get to the one lane with the no passing zone and I have Fred Flintstone in front of me, that is the best way I can convey to you the speed he was going. I smiled to myself with my teeth clenched and I honestly think it takes way more energy to be nice, I feel it would have been much easier to lay on the horn.

Maybe I should have just gone to church instead.

So please pray for me and my hateful soul.