Death of a Laptop
I was so close to going back to sleep and waking up later, so I could give today another try.
I was up until 3am working on my paper last night. I actually got a good start on it due to the complete silence in my house. I woke up around 8 this morning and then started working on my paper around 9. I work a solidly until 2ish. Then my boyfriend/ex/man thing came over and we studied together. He needed to get onto my computer to send something to someone, so I decided to use this as an opportunity to upgrade my virus scanner. That's when the everything went awry.
It begin with a box popping up saying I have 32 viruses. And then the stupid piece of shit Macaffe (sp?) told me that I could do nothing about it but buy the program. Whoopie shit. It's too fucking late.
Then it say that my virus protection software could not be opened. I tried to click AVG and ironically, a window popped up saying that it was infected. Immediately, the waterworks begin. The boy put his hands around me and put his head against mine. I asked for space. He didn't move. I asked for a little room to breath. He held me tighter. I told him that he wonders why I freak out on him, but I have already asked him twice to back off. He stays in the same place. I freak out, and start crying. He tries to give ME advice on how to get rid of this virus. Ironic because he called a USB drive a UPC drive. He doesn't know a thing about computers, and his laptop is so outdated that it doesn't even support WPA. I call my daddy, because since the day I was born, daddy has been able to fix everything. And this boy thing gets mad at me, because I called my dad who has been working with computers for about 20 years which is almost as long as this boy has been alive. Seriously, I can't believe he got mad at me because I consulted someone who I also turn to for computer advice.
Daddy told me that I would probably lose everything, which I'm actually okay with. I managed to print out my essay which I will have to retype, but at least I have it. I'm worried about all my photography. Seriously, I would hate myself if I lost any of it.
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10:20pm
And Daddy saved the day.
I was up until 3am working on my paper last night. I actually got a good start on it due to the complete silence in my house. I woke up around 8 this morning and then started working on my paper around 9. I work a solidly until 2ish. Then my boyfriend/ex/man thing came over and we studied together. He needed to get onto my computer to send something to someone, so I decided to use this as an opportunity to upgrade my virus scanner. That's when the everything went awry.
It begin with a box popping up saying I have 32 viruses. And then the stupid piece of shit Macaffe (sp?) told me that I could do nothing about it but buy the program. Whoopie shit. It's too fucking late.
Then it say that my virus protection software could not be opened. I tried to click AVG and ironically, a window popped up saying that it was infected. Immediately, the waterworks begin. The boy put his hands around me and put his head against mine. I asked for space. He didn't move. I asked for a little room to breath. He held me tighter. I told him that he wonders why I freak out on him, but I have already asked him twice to back off. He stays in the same place. I freak out, and start crying. He tries to give ME advice on how to get rid of this virus. Ironic because he called a USB drive a UPC drive. He doesn't know a thing about computers, and his laptop is so outdated that it doesn't even support WPA. I call my daddy, because since the day I was born, daddy has been able to fix everything. And this boy thing gets mad at me, because I called my dad who has been working with computers for about 20 years which is almost as long as this boy has been alive. Seriously, I can't believe he got mad at me because I consulted someone who I also turn to for computer advice.
Daddy told me that I would probably lose everything, which I'm actually okay with. I managed to print out my essay which I will have to retype, but at least I have it. I'm worried about all my photography. Seriously, I would hate myself if I lost any of it.
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10:20pm
And Daddy saved the day.