Today seemed to lure me into a false sense of security. I woke up about 1 because it was 8 hours after I went to bed, as I'm still sticking to my sleeping routine. I was feeling in the mood to do my assignment for once, so I went in the shower, optimistic. Came out of the shower, got ready and dressed and turned on my computer.
I decided to check all my emails, Facebook, MySpace and IMDb, and then get to work and not touch MSN or any non-work related websites until my work was done.
Half way through checking my Facebook emails, our Wireless Internet box decided to break. So now, our flat does not have the internet. Great timing the day before my deadline. Nothing like Murphy's Law to start your day off with a bang.
Of course, I first thought it must be the whole network and it will be dead all night, but after phoning Slater, I found out it was just our box. He offered to let me use his room but I would be uncomfortable and would end up with a bad neck and back.
I decided I was going to wait till 5 to see if it comes back, while getting on with the group project for Handling Data. Sabina mentioned that she had to go to the library so I decided to go wth her. It's a shame though because Mandeep's friend who was visiting, Angela, is really cool, but I have been so bogged down with work, I haven't really spoke to her much other than Saturday night. I said goodbye to her before going to the library as it looks like I'll be there all night, and won't see her again, as she leaves really early tomorrow morning.
I walked to the library with Sabina and it was so cold. I'm not sure if I've ever been that cold with my coat on ever. When we got to the library, things just got from bad to worse. The computers in the library were terribly slow and wouldn't load up certain websites, and there was a yellow fingernail (at least, I hope it was a fingernail) on the table which I could only just about bare to flick away. I decided to go back home and get my laptop.
I managed to walk for about 5 minutes before the snow started. It was an instant blizzard and it instantly reminded me of 'The Day After Tomorrow.' No matter which way I turned, the wind and snow was right in my face the entire duration of the journey. If I hadn't known any better, I would have sworn my nose was about to fall off. I nearly slipped down the bank near my flat too, but I managed to grab the hand rail in time.
I got back to the flat to find out that the internet came back on, but I had to go back to library because I had left Sabina there by herself, and I hadn't signed out because the security guard said there was no need if I was returning. I packed up my laptop and left.
The way back was slightly better. Still a large amount of snow and sleet on the floor but it was manageable. I got back to the library, set up my laptop to find out that actually, the website is simply not working, and if I had have known that, I could have saved myself from walking.
I sat in the library hoping it would come back at some point. It got to about 8pm when I decided to email my teacher to ask for an extension because it isn't my fault the website doesn't work. I doubt I'll get an extension though. I had pretty much resigned to the fact that I have failed this assignment. I got a text message from my Mother though, which hinted that my Auntie was starting trouble.
My Auntie and my Mother have fallen out and don't really speak much due to my Auntie being kind of vindictive and lies about my Mother a lot. She had told my Mother that I had no money and she asked me if I had said anything to her. I thought it was the perfect end to the evening, that my Auntie would drag me into something I really didn't need to be. I phoned her when I got home and luckily, I had thought the worst and it wasn't what I thought. I just read the tone of the text message wrong.
I got back, tried the website one more time, realised it wasn't working still so I had the last of my bread. I sat in Mandeep's room and talked to her and Angela about the differences between men and women, and how good guys get looked over. I have decided it is all about confidence. Girls like confidence, and the guys who are oozing confidence, are pretty much also oozing due to an STI. That or they are just horrible to girls. Oh well.
Then I left their room, said goodbye to Angela again, and decided to check the website again. It still isn't working. I'm going to stay up as long as possible in hope, and try and get it finished.
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