14 March 2010

ma' and pa'

I'm proud to say that I am daughter to parents who have mastered the basics of texting, gchat, skype (which my dad finds incredibly exciting even though I still don't understand the use) and facebook.

Here are some highlights of the gchats I've had with mother.

Last night:
7:32 PM       me: i'm almost done. i registered for cbest for june not april
                  im gonna go to dinner right now
                  i will call later tonight
                  Samantha: ok.
                  PLEASE eat well/healthy!!!!
                  love mom
7:33 PM       TTYL.
                  Got into a car accident!!
                  me: WAIT WHAT
                  ???
...not to worry, no one was hurt.


                  When my headlight bulb burned out:




8:31 PM       Samantha: are you gonna able to take care of the car problem?                  Do you want us to come over?8:36 PM       Samantha: is there any guy available tomorrow you should go with a boy8:41 PM       I get what dad says.                  You have to do some thing like this on your own in case we're not around.                  BUt I also know that as a YOUNG and woman,                  they will try to initimidate you and rip you off.8:42 PM       Samantha: Grandma might know a place.                  She is always excited about 'referals' - 'they know me'...'I can  get it cheap'....etc8:43 PM       Samantha: oh. That's good AAA is ALWAYS very reliable;                  the business that deals with AAA has to have a good reputation/feedback                  from the customers. Yeah. Do that.8:53 PM       Samantha: call early.                  even private garages (=service stations) might be busy on Saturdays.                  Samantha: doesn't hurt to call and ask how long you'd have to wait.
...I AAA researched, google mapped and called 6 different stations, went to one, fell asleep in their waiting room, then awoke to rain falling on my fixed car. $20. I didn't die, mother was pleased.



The week of the E-40 concert, my status: DEAD (from the show)8:38 PM       Samantha: why does it say 'DEAD'? 8:39 PM       me: from the rap concert this week. i might come home tonight                  Samantha: don't leave so late.8:42 PM       don't forget to bring your glasses.                  me: ok                  Samantha: don't forget to bring your reading assignments.                  me: ok
...I forgot my glasses.


Dad also has precious moments, a treasure trove of witty and corny jokes and remarks that he thinks are gold.

He puts effort into trying to keep up as much as possible with "today's music", though he still believes they're called "Hubbastank" and "Fifty cents".

He also identifies any female voice on the radio as "Beyonce".

When not pwning today's music, he sits in bed with his laptop, Brookstone lapdesk, Bose surround headphones, Youtubes everything, comes downstairs and enthusiastically shows me his discoveries.

And those are just some of the reasons I love going home. Number one reason is the intense noms.

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