PC < Mac
It arrived this morning at 11 am. Talk about overnight shipping! Macconnection.com and DHL have earned a place in my heart. I'm an instant gratification type of girl, so ordering a laptop, going to sleep, and waking up to the sound of it being delivered was a beautiful thing.
Another beautiful thing is the computer itself. Macs are sexy. That's just how it is. I've never owned one, but we use them exclusively at school. They're pretty much the gold standard when it comes to graphics, animation, and art of any kind - which is why I had to get one. Yes, had to get one. At the beginning of next semester all junior illustration majors will be required to have an Apple laptop. So it was a matter of when, not if. I applied for a few credit cards and got declined on all counts (lack of income, I assume), so I decided to just bite the bullet and pay for the whole thing up front. It cut my bank balance in half, but it was better to do it now than wait until half was all I had, you know? At least now I know what I have to work with and can budget accordingly.
Anyway. It's a very hot little piece of electronic ass. I got the 17'' for 2 reasons. One, Apple has very recently (as in last Wednesday) decided to stop selling the 15'' PowerBooks, and the few that I managed to find online were equal if not higher in price than the 17''. Two, I'm getting rid of my PC and using the PowerBook as my only computer. So it made sense to get the larger one on all counts.
I'm not too familiar with the inner workings of Macs, so I'm a little confused, I'm not going to lie. The Boy is a computer genius, so when he gets home from work tonight I'm sure he'll be able to help me figure some things out. Until then I'm just exploring, and also revelling in how unbelievably hot this computer is. I want to pet it and call it my precious. My own. My preciousssss.
Yeah. I'm a dork. I won't apologize. If you don't hear from me for a while it's because me and my hot ass PowerBook ran away to Cuernavaca to sip umbrella drinks and talk nerdy to each other. 100 011 1001. Oh baby.