Burn in Hell PC

OK, so I lied about the whole last post of the year thing. But in light of recent events...



I hate PCs. Hate them, with a passion. For the 5th time since I've owned a Dell laptop (a wopping total of 5 years), my computer has crashed. For no particular reason. No virus, no droppage, nothing. Just done, over, crashed.

I was being all sorts of studious last night when, all of sudden, the blue screen of death (BSoD) appeared on my PC. (see above)

Relax Jen, this isn't really happening. And this definitely isn't happening during midterm week.

O.. wait.... yes it is.

The BSoD informed me that my computer was performing a "physical memory dump." After several fits of giggles, I pondered what this actually meant. O, that's my physical memory you're dumping. That's my anatomy lectures, pictures, contacts, and music you're dumping.

After I came back inside from picking my computer up off the ground, careful not to step on any of the broken glass, I attempted my own troubleshooting for an hour before giving up hope. The dump was complete.

I have now vowed revenge against PC and swear I will never sell out to its user-friendly Windows applications ever again.

Fortunately, my stepdad was able to salvage the important stuff from my harddrive... documents and pictures. Now I have to ship the PC back to Dell, have them fiddle with it for 6 weeks, call to tell me it'll be another 6 weeks before they can ship it back, and finally have my computer returned to me as a clean slate in about 15 weeks. I'll play the game and ship it back, but I'm now on the prowl for a Mac. A nice shiny new one that doesn't have a BSoD.

OK, I'm really leaving this time and studying for midterms. No posting til after the New Year, really. Let me know if anyone has any suggestions for buying a good Mac though. I'll read all about it when I return.

O, and I also lost about 1500 songs in this ordeal.

For Auld Lang Syne, Me Dear

In the spirit of the holiday season, also known as midterm/finals season, I've enlightened all of you on what you can be doing instead of, well, anything you're supposed to be doing.

Top ten ways to procrastinate:

1) paint your toenails
2) find funny new videos on youtube
3) check everyone's away message on AIM 5 dozen times - especially those that just became unidle (you do it, don't lie)
4) do a set of crunches, because you decided now was the time to "get back in shape"
5) play computer solitaire/minesweeper like it's 1995
6) flip through some old pictures - the kind you now keep in a bag, before you got that digital camera
7) burn themed CDs
8) read the 8 blogs you check on a daily basis
9) pay your bills
10) daydream of a Sunday morning at 2am after just leaving the phyrst, standing outside canyon with your best friends as you all perform a repeat of the "green alligator" song while waving to 50 as she drives by (ah undergrad)

Feel free to add.


I, on the other hand, will bid adieu until after the New Year (god-willing... I HAVE to study). About 8 hours after my last midterm this week, I shall be embarking on another adventure in my life. With my blank passport in hand, I'll be traveling to Malaysia with my wonderful guy for Christmas and the New Year. (just for shits and giggles) I'll take tons of pictures and share all the fun and exciting things we did when I get back.

Til then, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Maybe

So I'm back to my whole "wanting to be a doctor" routine. And then I walk into the restroom outside the main lecture hall at school yesterday and find 2 first year med students sobbing because they just failed some sort of practical and don't know what to do with their lives because medical school is the most horrible thing in the world and they simply cannot go on any longer.

Sigh.

So about that Master's.

Then again, maybe I'll just be a doctor because it's what I'm "supposed" to do. Maybe there's nothing else I should do. Maybe I like to torture myself with near-failure. Maybe I enjoy teetering on the edges of nervous breakdowns. Maybe I find Anatomy lab oddly arousing. (kidding) Maybe I can never take the easy way out. Maybe I enjoy the challenge, and the satisfaction when I do succeed, however rare that may be. Maybe it's just that one time that's worth it. Maybe if I didn't do it, I'd always wonder if I could.

Maybe I should write after-school specials.

Maybe I should just make up my mind, suck it up, and be a big girl about it all.


I promise I'll be less serious next time. Maybe.

O Family

Thanksgiving. A time to remember all the things you're thankful for, a chance to spend quality time with your family, an excuse to deep-fry a turkey, and the setting of the annual family beer pong tournament.

This year's Thanksgiving had many a milestone in our nice little dysfunctional family. I'd like to say that the milestones included deep-frying a turkey, and getting one of my younger brothers wasted, but alas, these things have been done before. No no, this year's milestones included a trophy for the winners of the annual beer pong tournament, my grandmom taking a guest shot in the event, and a little more skin shown than I care to remember.

I was unfortunately not present at last year's 1st annual family beer pong tournament, and so was a virgin to the debauchery that was about to take place. After much singing, eating, dancing, spilling, singing, drinking, mooning, singing, and eating, everyone fell into a nice drunken-induced sleep and the trophy (a matching pair of beer pong champ belt buckles/bottle-openers) went home with Christine and Barba.

Good times all around. I only wish Andrew had thrown up on the front lawn again like last year. More Photos

Mom and Ryan

Everyone