Living without a Laptop

It finally happened. The first time I decide to buy my own laptop, after getting used ones from my mother, it stops working. Why you ask? A person, who will remain nameless, spilled coffee on it. I can't say I'm too thrilled, it doesn't turn on and I have no idea if I can salvage any of the illegally downloaded music, lesson plans, essays, and my creative writing. I get to find out today if the computer technician at my school can do this, but I'm barely an optimist at this point.

I'm not really frustrated about losing all of this stuff, because I'm sure a majority of it is on my old laptop back home. What I'm dreading is the fact I need to buy a new computer in a foreign country with foreign salesmen, because I can't exactly wait around for online orders. Thankfully though, the pompous nerd, who claims to know everything about computers and the world as they know it, is the full-time professional gamer and not a Future Shop employee.

Worrying is one of the things I do really well. Call it paranoia if you will but I like being able to see problems before they happen so I can mentally prepare for it and hopefully solve it. Having my laptop soak up a 3,500\ coffee was never one of these. But certain wobbly thermoses and certain people should not be united. Lesson learned. I was pretty rattled for the rest of the day.

Thankfully the weekend turned my frown upside down: we had some seriously awesome frisbee times on Samnak Field, Haeundae Beach, at a potluck, and the bar, obviously. I walked into a sign or a branch on the way home (Klutz Mcgee, right?) so now I have this Harry Potter scar on my head and a cover story for school. I told them I laid out for a frisbee and I hit my head on a rock that was under the sand, which is 100% possible. I just haven't decided whether or not I caught the disk.