Ok rewind time.
It is now Wednesday again.
Severe panic attack as I'm walking into biochem midterm. Turn to page one of exam. I start blinking rapidly. I know the answer to question one. Turn page. I know question two, repeat sentance over and over until exam is done. (12 pages to be exact - 12 page exam in a 50 minute class, fucking crazy)
Wait, I knew the answers. Easy test, awesome. Am now in extrememly amazing good mood.
Fast forward to that evening, around midnight I'd say. I'm uploading songs to iTunes. I am happy. My arm gets a mind of its own and spills a glass of diet pepsi all over my laptop. I start screaming like a banchee and pick up laptop to drain it.
I start crying hysterically and try the computer. Nope, doesn't turn on. Doesn't do much of anything except when I look at it I start crying. I stay up all night long having a massive panic attack and crying like I've never cried before. All I can think about is how I want to eat my way into a coma and just die. Resist temptation to break into local bakery and steal all the cake. Total depression. Fucking computer, I love the fucking thing.
Must think of a way to clean the pepsi out of it so I can use the 3 year warantee. Dad comes up with a plan. We take it apart and clean it with rubbing alcohol. Ok, I agree to this.
Dad can't get it open. Now what? Good question. We recreate the scene of the crime and pour the rubbing alcohol into the computer, swish it around a bit and drain it.
Laptop is now at Future Shop, hopefully they can fix it.
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