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I'm not very happy right now. I'm angry, actually.
So on Friday morning, my laptop decided that it hated me almost as much as I hate it, and it crashed. Froze completely, and whenever I turned it off and on again it gave me the Blue Screen Of Death. My dad looked at it, told me the warranty extended until July, called tech support, and determined that I needed a new hard drive. Because the old one no longer works.
It's in the mail. Supposedly it could have arrived on Saturday but, naturally, it didn't. No, it'll arrive on Monday, when I am at Adrian, despite my sibs in grade school having Monday and Tuesday off. And when it does come, the laptop will have total amnesia which will not be cured by reminders or blows to the head. Because all the memory is on the hard drive. Which committed dishonorable suicide.
Technology, never commit suicide around me. It does not result in me reexamining my life and feeling bad. It results in rage and desperation which is not going to stop me, damn it, and I will not light anything on fire despite the little voice urging me to do so, nor bite myself, nor scream. See, I have two papers due on Wednesday. They were on the damn computer.
I did not put them online because one, where the hells would I do that (private-locked entries here on LJ, yes, thank you hindsight), and two, I did not know that hard drives enjoyed SPONTANEOUSLY DYING ON ME. Fortunately when I emailed one of them in rough draft to myself I used my Hotmail account, and the "Sent" thing keeps attatchments. Still angry. Stiiill angry.
And the home computer is slow and used by both sibs.
So on Friday morning, my laptop decided that it hated me almost as much as I hate it, and it crashed. Froze completely, and whenever I turned it off and on again it gave me the Blue Screen Of Death. My dad looked at it, told me the warranty extended until July, called tech support, and determined that I needed a new hard drive. Because the old one no longer works.
It's in the mail. Supposedly it could have arrived on Saturday but, naturally, it didn't. No, it'll arrive on Monday, when I am at Adrian, despite my sibs in grade school having Monday and Tuesday off. And when it does come, the laptop will have total amnesia which will not be cured by reminders or blows to the head. Because all the memory is on the hard drive. Which committed dishonorable suicide.
Technology, never commit suicide around me. It does not result in me reexamining my life and feeling bad. It results in rage and desperation which is not going to stop me, damn it, and I will not light anything on fire despite the little voice urging me to do so, nor bite myself, nor scream. See, I have two papers due on Wednesday. They were on the damn computer.
I did not put them online because one, where the hells would I do that (private-locked entries here on LJ, yes, thank you hindsight), and two, I did not know that hard drives enjoyed SPONTANEOUSLY DYING ON ME. Fortunately when I emailed one of them in rough draft to myself I used my Hotmail account, and the "Sent" thing keeps attatchments. Still angry. Stiiill angry.
And the home computer is slow and used by both sibs.
