Service Order

Best Buy and I are getting to be really good friends.



Today I handed my very sick computer to a geek squad guy who looked like David Byrne. No lie. When he signed the service order D.B, I couldn't help but smile. What if a talking heads member (one of the most influential, I may add) were working on my computer. That to me is worth more than getting it fixed. Okay not really, but it would be funny.



Anyway, back to the computer thing.



It's been a week sans computer and I am surprisingly hanging in there. So yeah, it feels like 1999. When I was 13, and my idea of ever owning a computer was slim. But I am dealing. I have no choice but to. Without the computer I am getting acquainted with things I ditched once I got one. I finished a book. I completed a jigsaw puzzle, I wrote snail mail. SNAIL MAIL.



Because most of my hours are spent on the interweb, I have forgotten how many hours are in a day, and more importantly what I can get done in those hours that for now do not include youtube.



Everyone at work attempted to give me computer advice. EVERYONE. And I listened, nodded my head, patted some backs and praised their techiness. But I must admit, I am not a techy girl. I know your basic 101 skills but then everything else is like rocket science. So even though I heard a million suggestions I had no idea what those suggestions meant.



Josh said he could fix my computer, followed by a guy named Mike who said he could fix it even better than Josh could ever fix it. This was then followed by a ten minute tech conversation about drivers(?) and software and who knew what. I stood there, listening, nodding, and then dreaming of Australia.



In the end, I took it to Best Buy. Yeah it's going to cost me a million bucks. But hey David Byrne is working on my computer and he said it is definitely not the hard drive. Thank God.



Until then, I am stuck at the library again. I miss using the computer in the privacy of my own home.



With all this time on my hand I want to incorporate some more not so computer related activities into my life. 'David' said it would take 7-10 to run a diagnostic and then another 3 to fix whatever the hell is wrong with my computer. So I will be without a working comp for at least 2 weeks. 2 weeks.

Some of you, should expect snail mail. I'm bored.



God this library smells weird. I am all claustrophobic here. I tried to get here earlier (to avoid the crowd) but I had to walk all the way from Best Buy to get here, and that took me about an hour. The library is like some weird comical place where everyone who doesn't have a computer come to converge for an hour out of that day.

I feel, at this moment, as I listen to the best damn french soundtrack in the world, as if I am in a black and white movie. You know the ones that are silent and you see the actor do something, followed by their dialogue written on some cardboard paper. People file into use these things like roaches, and when they are not too busy staring at the computer, realizing it is something man has actually manage to create, they type slow. One finger at a time.

I must get out of here. I will probably get some books. Get some envelopes and start writing. I am really interested in this snail mail thing. I haven't done it actively since I was 14. I use to write (and receive) letters to my childhood friend Linda when I was in middle school. I use to get so excited when I received her letters in the mail.

When I moved to south carolina I always felt like a stranger to my past. I didn't live there anymore, and for some reason I felt like traces of me no longer existed there. But when I use to write her, it was like a reminder in a way that I had once had this life there. With her. In that time. In that age.

Who knows. Maybe i'm being all nostalgic for no reason. But because I don't have a computer I feel like I don't have access to well...to this place which I am attached to.

My time is winding down at the computer. Damn. I'll try to have a more cohesive post next time. I have boy news. Yeah, seriously. Okay by news I mean, there was this boy that I met when I was in south carolina for the summer (so I didn't write about that one. my bad). I bought records from him. He is cute and nerdy, and wears glasses. Anyway, he asked about the other day when my mom stopped into the store without me. My mom said he didn't even wait to say hello to her first, he just sort of blurted out that he hadn't seen me in a while and didn't know how to get in contact. He missed seeing me at the store. WHAT THE FUDGE. He couldn't have said this when I was home.

More on that later. Well, some idiot doesn't have her headphones on the computer. People are giving her the stank face. Me including. I hate this place. Somebody save me. Time to get out of here. The smell is nauseating.