T'would happen.

Today my computer decided to spaz out on me.  Trojan after Trojan warning,after warning after.... warning.  It completely overrode anything I tried to click on.  Technically it isn't my computer, NMU provides each student a Thinkpad. Let me just add that I am exactly 2 weeks away from giving them my laptop and never looking back.

As I was saying, Trojan warning blahblahblah--I decided to take her to the Help Desk and get it checked out.  I am sitting there as the computer geek tries to fix it.  A half hour goes by, 
"Do you think I could just come back and pick it up when you're done?" 
....
"Uhhh, technically we have to have the owner sit here the whole time for liability reasons."
  "Oh... Okay."  
*Sigh*  
My laundry is in the dryer tumbling away, and it has GOT to be dry.  I am paranoid of shady girls rummaging through my stuff in the dryer and being all,"Oh this shirt is cute" as they stash it in their shady purses.  

45 minutes goes by.
"Oh man this is a tricky one. This is a race against time."  
I realize I'm going to be spending my day in this chair and decide to pick up the gamer magazine next to me.  BORING. Next.... Better Homes and Gardens.  I feel like this being engaged stuff has instantly aged me.  I'm all, "Ohhh that would look nice in my [non-existing] living room."  I come across an ad for McCormick Grill Mates Baja Citrus seasoning/marinade.  Yumm.  So of course I take a picture of it with my camera phone, being all sneaky so the computer man doesn't think I am a creeeeeeeeeep.  (The picture is to remember what it looks like so next time I'm at the store and married I will know what to put in my cart.)  An hour goes by, and I can no longer be polite.  I sigh and rest my head on my arm.  1.5 hours later I am free to go... with a clean slate computer.  

Arghhhh.  Sianara documents.   Bye my beloved Peggle 

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