Procreation is Your Civic Duty!
Ah... I was just looking over my last journal entry. I was so young then, so full of optomism.
See, my new computer arrived July 14th. And it didn't work. Straight out of the box, the piece of shit didn't ever work. So after many hours on the phone with India, I send it back for repairs (in between, I went to Kalamazoo to see my new baby niece. I'm ashamed that this didn't get its own entry, but fuck, I've been having computer problems; read on).
Anyway, I sent it off on the 20th, and got it back some time ago. I open it up, and hmm... I seem to be having trouble connecting to the Internet. Gee, where's that wireless card I ordered to have built into it? Also, this 'system fan failure' message I keep getting is just a bit troubling.
So, yet more time on the phone with India. Mom helped this time, and I was quite grateful. They told us that they'd send out a repair technician this time, that they'd call us to arrange a time. After four days, no call, but I did get a package in the mail, with what looks like a new wireless card, or the components for a new wireless card. All I know is that I definitely can't install it myself, and start to suspect no repair technician is coming.
So on the 6th, I go to the online chat again. And the skank I'm assigned to tells me: "Sorry, that was just a part replacement. No in-home service." I yell at her (as well as I can via text), and after a few minutes she sets up a repair call for me. On the 12th.
In the mean time, my laptop has completely given up the ghost. It started with it just crashing a lot, but now it can't even open Windows. That's likely why you haven't heard from me in a while. God knows the Internet is pretty much my only social outlet.
I just know something else is going to come up on the 12th to prevent me from using this damn computer. Never buy HP, people. And never buy online. I'm honestly worried now. If I have to go to Emerson without a functioning computer, I don't know how I'm going to cope. Snicker all you want, but modern education all but requires a functional computer and Internet access. And I'll be living off campus; even on-campus, using the library's facilities was already a huge pain in the ass (limiting hours, getting kicked out whenever a class had to use it, etc).
And then there's the fact that, you know, I wanted to actually fucking use this computer. I wanted to play games and write reviews for them, I wanted to work on my writing and maybe even submit some of it for publication, and most of all, I wanted to do this while I still had time to, during the summer, before I had my studies to keep me busy. But half the games I want to review either require Internet access, or were purchased via an online provider (like Steam). And with most of my writing locked up in my flaming wreck of a laptop, there's not much I can do with that, either (although some of it is backed up, I lost a lot of good stuff there, I think).
All I've been able to do is play a little Fallout 3, a game I've been wanting to play for basically forever. It's awesome (see title), and just about the only thing keeping me sane at this point. At least I know that, if this fucking lemon ever works, it'll work well.
See, my new computer arrived July 14th. And it didn't work. Straight out of the box, the piece of shit didn't ever work. So after many hours on the phone with India, I send it back for repairs (in between, I went to Kalamazoo to see my new baby niece. I'm ashamed that this didn't get its own entry, but fuck, I've been having computer problems; read on).
Anyway, I sent it off on the 20th, and got it back some time ago. I open it up, and hmm... I seem to be having trouble connecting to the Internet. Gee, where's that wireless card I ordered to have built into it? Also, this 'system fan failure' message I keep getting is just a bit troubling.
So, yet more time on the phone with India. Mom helped this time, and I was quite grateful. They told us that they'd send out a repair technician this time, that they'd call us to arrange a time. After four days, no call, but I did get a package in the mail, with what looks like a new wireless card, or the components for a new wireless card. All I know is that I definitely can't install it myself, and start to suspect no repair technician is coming.
So on the 6th, I go to the online chat again. And the skank I'm assigned to tells me: "Sorry, that was just a part replacement. No in-home service." I yell at her (as well as I can via text), and after a few minutes she sets up a repair call for me. On the 12th.
In the mean time, my laptop has completely given up the ghost. It started with it just crashing a lot, but now it can't even open Windows. That's likely why you haven't heard from me in a while. God knows the Internet is pretty much my only social outlet.
I just know something else is going to come up on the 12th to prevent me from using this damn computer. Never buy HP, people. And never buy online. I'm honestly worried now. If I have to go to Emerson without a functioning computer, I don't know how I'm going to cope. Snicker all you want, but modern education all but requires a functional computer and Internet access. And I'll be living off campus; even on-campus, using the library's facilities was already a huge pain in the ass (limiting hours, getting kicked out whenever a class had to use it, etc).
And then there's the fact that, you know, I wanted to actually fucking use this computer. I wanted to play games and write reviews for them, I wanted to work on my writing and maybe even submit some of it for publication, and most of all, I wanted to do this while I still had time to, during the summer, before I had my studies to keep me busy. But half the games I want to review either require Internet access, or were purchased via an online provider (like Steam). And with most of my writing locked up in my flaming wreck of a laptop, there's not much I can do with that, either (although some of it is backed up, I lost a lot of good stuff there, I think).
All I've been able to do is play a little Fallout 3, a game I've been wanting to play for basically forever. It's awesome (see title), and just about the only thing keeping me sane at this point. At least I know that, if this fucking lemon ever works, it'll work well.