[insert some philosophical thought about luck]
Yesterday, my computer died. It was making funny noises, and Google Chrome was acting strangely. I shut my computer off and let it sit for thirty minutes or so, then I tried to turn it on again. Now, I am greeted with a lovely light grey screen and a folder with a question mark in it. Wonderful. I do believe that the time has come to say farewell to my laptop.
I must say, though, that timing was perfect. I have no papers due at the end of Break; I am done with applications (finally, unless some random other scholarship application crops up somehow); and it died just after I had the hard drive replaced earlier this school year. All-in-all, there are very few things on the computer, other than photos. Which. Oh damn. I did not back up. Although, I do believe I still have the majority of those photos on my camera. And my dad has most of my photos on his computer.
For those of you wondering how I am getting this online, here’s how: I’m thinking the keystrokes and the cosmos are sending it to WordPress. Live. It’s incredible how much our brains and technology can do! First you have to download this software into your neurons from this super shady website that seems to have originated from… Mars? Then you have to sleep on it for a few days to let the file germinate. There may have been a time when I was in a Martian UFO; that would explain the strange dream from this morning (don’t ask; I’m embarrassed thinking about it). Now, it works just beautifully. Although, I’m not sure how the whole disconnection thingy is going to work.
And if you thought that was funny, I should tell you, I am composing this with a completely straight face. I’ve noticed that when I am funny in writing, I have never written it with a smile on my face or a laugh on my lips. But that’s besides the point.
I wish we still lived in a world where artists like Frank Sinatra still existed and made the big bucks. I’m feeling very scatter-brained today. Partially because of that stupid dream I had that was messed up on all levels. I guess I’ll journal it, so that I have it out of my brain, because it’s seriously like a parasite engulfing every synapse.
Break = YAY. That is all.
