Ok, Back to Insanity

Ok, so... writing about being a writer is really stupid in all retrospect. So, no more of that, k?
Well, I've been waiting to write to you from my bedroom. But that's never going to happen cause my dad promised to help me and- Oh! guess what! He's not doing a freakin' thing. All he's done so far is move a file onto my flshdrive and tell me we don't have the right thing to run it. I swear to God I might as well have Christian give me step by step instructions from over the computer because that would be about as effective as my father! And seeing as that's what we've been doing so far, I'm getting pretty annoyed.
This is going to be the only Star Wars refrence you will ever hear from me:
I want to be able to force choke soooo much right now.