Poo

So I didn't finish one of my papers. There were two due, back when I wrote the last post, but one of them proved a lot more difficult than I anticipated and by the time I got it written and dealt with the hexed electronic equipment (more on that later), it was far too late to start the next paper. This means that I have to withdraw from the course and I won't graduate when I had applied to (June). I was planning on going to school in the summer anyway, since I still have G.I. Bill funds left - and why not use them? - but I was so looking forward to taking a fiction writing class and maybe a foreign language or something. Anything but anthropology and it's stupid papers. But that's the way it goes I guess.

Have I mentioned that I'm going to Europe at the end of March? The term is over (obviously I was hoping I'd be done), I have a week of spring break to clean up my room, gather funds for rent while I'm gone, make some plans, buy some gear.... and then I'm off for 2 and 1/2 months! I'm so excited I really can't articulate it. I'm probably going to spend all of my savings, but oh well. Really, have you seen the economy? My savings is gone anyway; now it won't just dwindle away on rent and booze and supporting myself between crappy jobs. I would resent every single day my bank account edged a little bit lower on absolutely nothing.

Oh yes, the hexed computers. I refuse to accept that computers are inanimate objects. There's just no way all the shenanigans that went down the morning of the due papers was all a coincidence. I wrote the paper on my desktop. I dug it out because it has a fancy keyboard and so I could use the laptop for internet research and anything else. The printer our house uses is down in the basement, so I'd have to move the files to my laptop when it came time to print. It's a bit of a pain since the desktop has Word Perfect and the lappy Word, but nothing too serious. Except that two different thumb drives wouldn't transfer the files in any form! WHY????? So I dug out a printer in my closet, but that was out of ink. So I went down to the basement, climbed on top of the refrigerator and got a face full of fiberglass from insulation on the wall while trying to unplug the printer. But then! The desktop wouldn't recognize the printer and refused to work until it had the installation software CD. Luckily, my roommate had it handy and found it before he ran off to his own class. Twenty minutes later the stupid thing was printed and I was twenty minutes late to leave the house. All before even starting the other paper! Tell me it's a coincidence.