So my dreams to write feverishly on my story over the weekends has come to somewhat of a stand-still. I screwed my laptop up by living my power cord plugged into the DC outlet during transport. The little DC adapter that converts power through the computer and allows the battery to charge got all jostled up when I did that (and you know, something in the back of my mind at the time told me it was a bad idea while I was packing it up but I was in a hurry so I did it anyway) and now the battery is totally dead and my power cord is useless with the little jack broken. I took it to the University Computer store and they wanted $250 to fix it. Luckily I work at the IT dept and through extended connections I was able to find someone to fix it for free. I ordered the part for $12 including shipping and he is going to put it back in, no problem. But it in the meantime I have no laptop at home which isn't too bad except that I really did want to write over break and have plenty of time in which to do that. I still have 3 weeks until school starts so I just hope it gets fixed. I was getting so close to having some semblance of a final draft done.

On another note I got this exciting idea into my head: I want to move to England after I graduate. Rocky seemed really interested in the idea at first and I started going in and doing all the research to get it done. He even looked up some things on his own and asked this English dude what he knew about it. The English guy said he didn't like it and I'm wondering now if that didn't make Rocky change his mind...I really want to go still. Missouri is so boring and I would love to have a new adventure and figure out a new country again. Plus by living in England we could go out and about around Europe for dirt cheap compared to being based in America. I was so disappointed last night when Rocky was like "What makes you think I'd go??" Everyone was telling me to take a chill pill because it's still 2 years away. But what happens when 2 years has come and gone and nothing has changed? I cannot live in Missouri for the rest of my life. If that's what everyone thinks we just all may as well take a drive down to the local cemetary right after my commencement on December 11, 2009, dig a grave for me and push me in, cap and gown and all because having to live here for the rest of my natural life would be equivalent to experiencing a slow death. I like my school and all, but once school is over, there will be nothing left for me here. I absolutely cannot stand to live in this shit box longer than is necessary.

And I have always wanted to live in England. It's been a secret dream for a long time. It sounds out of the blue and silly but that's really what I want to do and you'd think after Rocky saw how excited I was about the whole thing...how I bought a guidebook and checked out a bunch of books from the library and joined an online forum for expats in England and did all kinds of internet research that he would know that this was something I really wanted to do. I realize I can't go tomorrow but it's important to be prepared and, besides, I like to have something to anticipate like that.