Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

Something dreadful has happened! Ok, so it's not dreadful, but it's pretty life changing. No, I'm not dead, incase you were wondering.

For some unknown reason, all of a sudden, Windows stopped working. It just stopped. I kept getting this message, something like 'Windows hates your guts and has decided that it shall not run for you anymore', and so I was like, bugger. No, really the message was something about activating Windows via Microsoft (or Microsoft via Windows). Which is all fine, except when I would push OK, it would just lead me to a blank screen and do absolutely fuck-bastard nothing.

So today I was informed that the only was to make everything better is to start again. So I started again. I reset windows back to it's 'purchase state' and have spent the rest of the day downloading stuff like AVG and Adaware and bollocks like that. Oh, and downloading the missing component which actually makes uninstalling Norton POSSIBLE.

My only major problems now are;
1. All my music is gone. My 40gb of music is GONE! I haven't installed iTunes again yet, mainly because I despise it, but also because my CD collection is way too daunting.
2. All of my photos are gone. I mean, I didn't have anything that brilliantly special, but at the same time, I did. I had certain memories from school days gone awry. School days that aren't here anymore, because school finished like, two weeks ago. Boo! Hiss! Bugger!
3. All my poems are gone! Robyn has a copy, but I think she's the only one. I may have a half copy in my room somewhere, but that's not a promise. Also, with my poems have gone my few short stories that I wrote. A couple I put up on DA, same as a couple poems, but not all of them. Not enough.

I think they're the only things that were really important to me that I lost. I lost all my school work, which is really annoying, but not critical, that is as long as Mr. Wadwell doesn't lose my contextual stuff again. Which I doubt, I've already had to take one trip into school to give it to him. I did have a load of revision notes, but their not irreplaceable, and I've got ages until my exam anyway.

So yeah, I'm a little bit annoyed by this. I mean, apparently it was going to happen anyway. I left a message on a Microsoft forum and someone replied telling me to start it in safe mode, because obviously I hadn't tried that already *rolls eyes*, Jesus christ.

In more positive news, I have a four pack of KitKat chunky's with peanut butter. Oh, and Robyn's second prom was wicked. Rachel got very sick (all over Robyn's sofa) and had to leave early, and Robyn told me (whilst drunk) that she was going to hospital. This was my train of thought after being told this news.
"Haha, Rachel's going to hospital! It would be so funny if she died. No, Donna. No. It wouldn't be funny if she died. Oh my God, Rachel's dead!"
And then I started crying, but it was weak and feeble crying because after I'd started, I forgot why I was upset and just sort of stopped, whilst Robyn was trying to tell me that Rachel would be fine. Then I ate some bread.

I blame the drink Rachel made. She made one for me, then one for her. It's a Southern States, and when made properly can leave you headbanging 'til the early hours, but when made Rachel's way... well. It should have a shot of Jack Daniels, a shot of Jim Beam, a shot of Southern comfort, then be topped up with orange juice (at least 3 shots worth). It's safe to say Rachel put two-three shots of each alcohol in there, then put a good 1/5 of a shot of orange juice in. Now, I can't take my alcohol as well as I could do, and apparently neither can Rachel. Let's just say, I made it to the toilet (with a little of Tom's help) before I threw up.

And no, I don't drink to get to that stage. I'd had some wine before the devilish cocktail, and had every intension of stopping until Rachel handed me a glass and told me to drink. And no, I'm not stupid, I could taste that it was practically pure alcohol. I don't know why I drank it, because I didn't go there to get drunk. I wanted a little wine, and that to be all. But hey, the food was good, the drinks were flowing, so why not?

Paul leant me some books the other week. An Alex Garland book called The Tesseract. I've read two others of his books, The Beach and Coma (both were good, and The Beach the movie was good too, but I'm possibly the only person in the world that thinks that), apparently The Tesseract isn't as good as The Beach, and I liked Coma because it had illustrations. Also he leant me Powder by Kevin Sampson, that one, Paul says, I will enjoy, so fingers crossed. I'm just finishing a book on celtic mythology at the moment. Exciting, huh?

So yeah, I'm gonna go now. I've had my rant about my computer, and I've chatted about books. What more can one entry ask for, eh? And I need to order a Next Directory from their website before I forget.

TTFN

Love Donna
xxx