Technology hates me still: an odyssey

So my car still hates me, and my laptop and I are still not speaking. This time I was attempting to go to wallmart to have a passport photo taken for an application for a job in Japan taken (which when taken made me appear as though I was about to puke. My greenish glow that I paid 9 dollars for was probably an 'artistic affect' that I was unaware of). Again the good news is, if I had forgotten to lock my car within the past 3 weeks or so... no one could have stolen it.

According to my mom's advice based on the wisdom of romance novels read on airplanes I called AAA hoping to meet the love of my life who also was a closeted millionaire and 'cleans up well' among other things I'm sure. I was a little cautious though upon hearing from my mom's friend that according to murder mysteries, AAA men can also be mass murderers. So I figured I wouldn't ask him to marry me right away.

Needless to say he was disappointing. Not even mass murderer material. Only condescending, middle aged, with a mustache.

Maybe next time I need a jump start I'll just ask specifically for mister 'love of my life material.' preferably rich and sans mustache.

My laptop and I are also 'taking a break.' and Bob (as I named him) / Nicole's laptop of doom is vacationing at my dad's office while getting counseling from handy computer geeks. I have yet to hear of the computer-fixing-romance-novel-staring-secret-millionaire, but I think it's just about as probably as the AAA man, and am not giving up hope completely.

As a result of my break with my laptop I have lost a sense of home and my room became, until emergency clean up Saturday, a series of piles for each class / day. My room without my laptop is the place where I sleep and so my bed was the only clean place.

My new home was (and pretty much still is) the library. Let me tell you a few things I have learned about the library.

1. people using computers can be very dramatic. One guy must have gotten some back news cause he put his head in his hands and probably said some expletive under his breath I could not hear over my iPod (too bad, he wasn't too bad looking either from what I could tell from looking out of the corner of my eyes. A different creepy guy though was saying to himself 'I suck' from what I could hear between songs...evidence that computers hate other people than just me.
2. my friend thinks attempting to sneak up on me and make me scream is fun. Weird factoid - I don't scream when in the library... apparently my fear is courteous
   
3. most of the people who go down to periodicals do so to try squishing themselves or others in between the moving racks.
   
4. Peter who swipes cards in at Scripps breakfast and lunch goes to the library. I also know he knows like a bazillion languages.
   
5. The library has clean bathrooms
   

ciao- N