Whoa... deja-vu

I don't think I made it perfectly clear in my last entry, but on the computer front all seemed to be working about as well as one can expect a three-year-old laptop computer (on its second hard drive and second OS) to work. So I went through the whole Norton Antivirus and Windows Update rigmarole just as I was told to do to protect against viruses. Everything downloaded onto the laptop and installed fine. Then, when I re-booted: no internet connection. Again.

Aaaaaggh!

(I downloaded my email before Windows Update though--a lot accumulated over the sixteen days I was away or recuperating for a night between trips, and I was worried that Mt A was deleting my mail off its servers. It was in Eudora not Outlook, I didn't even preview any new messages much less open attachments, and Norton instantly vaporized at least four infected attachments that arrived.)

Neither my dad nor I can find any explanation as to why every single network adapter card in the house suddenly refuses to "start" when plugged into my computer. Drivers have been checked and updated. Dad refuses to call a help line or let me seek out any paid outside assistance. I need a working computer when I move into my room in residence on September 1. Anybody out there with a ThinkPad iSeries running Windows 2000 who can offer some advice?

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Aside from my busted computer and diskette drive, imminent move-in day with very little packing accomplished, and a worsening cold that prevents me from practicing flute, I'm doing pretty well. No, really. Girl Guide camp, the Wolf Project, and Eaglewood were all worthwhile and by and large enjoyable, although it was quite physically draining jumping straight from one project to the next. I hope I get to write about them in greater detail, but it seems unlikely.

I saw Aristophanes' The Birds, which was decent at best and tedious at worst, and Shaw's Widowers' Houses, which was just marvellous in almost every respect. (It would have been even better if certain audience members had not insisted on sniggering loudly when they couldn't handle dark subject matter.) On a related note: Elizabeth Rex--a Stratford Festival play I desperately wanted to see but missed because it sold out before I was allowed to buy tickets--will be making an appearance on television!

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Miscellaneous stuff:

We had a blackout here in Ontario, along with several U.S. states across the border. Though it was a pain to pack for WP in the dark, the novelty was rather neat for me and the stargazing on Thursday night was absolutely gorgeous. I don't know how long it lasted in this town because I departed for Haliburton forest partway through; we finally found an open gas station just before our car would have had to turn back.

Now that the concert is long gone and I have very little to say, Barenaked.net finally re-approved my registration. (I had to change from my old university's email address.)

Though I completed the driving school's classroom portion, wrote the Ministry test, and got the G1 license, I have yet to find the time for any actual driving lessons.

My ukulele, won on ebay.ca and paid for in June, still has not arrived.

I'm sick. It's past two o'clock. I'm going to bed.