All My Useless Advice

So, we wonderful Aussies get laptops for school now. Ho ho ho. Yay. Good-oh. Good, now my teachers don't have to try and decipher my handwriting.

My school laptop's hard drive died today. During maths. Windows came up with a wonder of an error message:

"Windows has detected your hard drive is failing."

Or something to that effect anyway, I had two screenshots but I don't have the computer.

OMG NO! Here I was thinking these crashes, the going thru of the system repair wasn't anything to worry about. Seems not. Either I've stuffed my laptop with so much stuff it's carked it, or maybe I just don't treat it right. I suggest the latter seeing as cramming stuff into a HDD isn't a risky move at all. Anyway, I gave the computer fixer guy the laptop and he said "If it's a software problem I can fix it but if it's inside the computer I have to send it to the manufacturers". Oh shiiiiiiitttteeee. That means I may be without a laptop for a good three weeks, which is not good. I who have nothing for school apart from a laptop, is royally screwed. More to the point, now how am I gonna not pay attention during maths and actually just procrastinate? And even more to the point, how am I gonna listen to music or play chess?Flugufrelsarinn by Sigur Rós is one of my favourite things to listen to during class as it soothes me. No longer.

I am now gonna be a whiny little bitch.

Also, to my teachers who believe I can't do all my work on the computer: Erm, I'm a computer geek. I can find a way. Need me to draw something? It's called Photoshop. Need me to write out complex math problems? It's called Word. It does that. Need me to actually do the bloody work so I can pass and work for Apple when I'm older? Let me use the bloody computer.

If you think there is something wrong with me writing my notes into a computer, well, I'm afraid you probably think I can understand my handwriting (which I can't) and can write quickly and neatly. Not so.

Give me a bloody computer, I saw an occupational therapist for two years. Be nice.

In other news I really, really want to see Depeche Mode on tour and buy two DM shirts.

No, I can barely go a post without mentioning the best band in the universe.

...this blogging is becoming a once a month thing. Whoops.

Today's plans were to get up at 9 am to go to my grandma's, help her out with some computer problems, then get some lunch and go to the dentist. It didn't work out that way.

First off, I didn't get to sleep until 4 am last night. I was watching Devotional. With my entire Depeche Mode collection excluding the Sounds Of The Universe box set beside me. Naturally that made me a tad tired and stoned.

My mum wakes me up at 9 am, like planned. The rest of the day went fine up until we worked out we wouldn't be having lunch after my grandma's because my mum's scrapbooking class was going on longer than expected. So we had to go straight to the dentist.

30 minutes of having my teeth cleaned to buggery later, we were out of there. Went to Next Byte looking for a Magic Mouse, found one but it wasn't hooked up to a Mac. Damn sexy mouse though. Yes, I just called a mouse sexy. I'm a geeky Apple fangirl, now leave me alone.

I just had to clean my teeth and jeez that hurt like fucking hell. Dentistry is a bitch.

Now, on to better things like getting some actual sleep and preparing for seeing the friend on Thursday who believes my floof will attack her.

We are going to IKEA on Wednesday as well as the doctor - I've got this strange purple lump on my face.