Crappiness
So on Monday, my computer died.
When I went to plug the cord into the back of it, it sparked and started smoking (which is never a good sign). The computer still turns on, but Windows will no longer load. Poop.
Of course, my school in London isn't quite as high tech as Chapman and they don't offer any sort of free computer support service. I can, however take it to a service that they recommend for only £35 (at least). That's 70 bucks... only for the consultation if I don't choose to go ahead with repairs. Eff that.
It really sucks, because my computer was my only way of talking to Enrique and my parents, now is the time when I have to start writing all my huge papers, which will now have to be done on the computers in the library (which closes by 9:00PM every night and isn't even open on Sundays).
My parents are visiting in two weeks, so they'll be able to bring me my sister's old laptop from home as a replacement, but two weeks seems like forever away when I use my computer every single day.
Boo.
I'm just crossing my fingers that my hard drive is still intact and that I haven't lost all of my pictures. Because if that is the case, I am going to cry... a lot.
In other news... well, I don't really have any other news. Enrique is coming next week so I'm really excited about that. Then, he leaves and two days later my parents come for 4 days. I'm really excited about that as well.
I am not, however, excited about the fact that I have a presentation a week from today on stuff I haven't even begun to research yet. And that my presentation for my other class (which I haven't started either) is due right in between when Enrique is here and when my parents arrive. AND my final, 4,000 word paper for one class (the same class that I have the presentation in next week) is due the Friday that my parents are here.
Needless to say, next week is going to suck. (Until Thursday when Enrique arrives.)
That's about it for me.
The end.
When I went to plug the cord into the back of it, it sparked and started smoking (which is never a good sign). The computer still turns on, but Windows will no longer load. Poop.
Of course, my school in London isn't quite as high tech as Chapman and they don't offer any sort of free computer support service. I can, however take it to a service that they recommend for only £35 (at least). That's 70 bucks... only for the consultation if I don't choose to go ahead with repairs. Eff that.
It really sucks, because my computer was my only way of talking to Enrique and my parents, now is the time when I have to start writing all my huge papers, which will now have to be done on the computers in the library (which closes by 9:00PM every night and isn't even open on Sundays).
My parents are visiting in two weeks, so they'll be able to bring me my sister's old laptop from home as a replacement, but two weeks seems like forever away when I use my computer every single day.
Boo.
I'm just crossing my fingers that my hard drive is still intact and that I haven't lost all of my pictures. Because if that is the case, I am going to cry... a lot.
In other news... well, I don't really have any other news. Enrique is coming next week so I'm really excited about that. Then, he leaves and two days later my parents come for 4 days. I'm really excited about that as well.
I am not, however, excited about the fact that I have a presentation a week from today on stuff I haven't even begun to research yet. And that my presentation for my other class (which I haven't started either) is due right in between when Enrique is here and when my parents arrive. AND my final, 4,000 word paper for one class (the same class that I have the presentation in next week) is due the Friday that my parents are here.
Needless to say, next week is going to suck. (Until Thursday when Enrique arrives.)
That's about it for me.
The end.