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May. 28th, 2008 11:00 amYou never realize how addicted you are to your computer until he dies.
:(
Okay, he's not dead, and I actually just got a call from the people at the repair shop that they needed my password to check Doomie over. That means that they will be working on him now! Yay! Or, at least, they intend to do so.
Anyhoo. I'm in the Germanistik computer lab at the uni, which is a small dark hot room filled with computers. However, it is smaller than most of the other ones, and open fairly late, which will help me get stuff done here.
After the program core course yesterday, which involved a lot of humming and hawing as people tried to remember what they'd been doing before Berlin, we went to a lecture by a professor on Ödön Hováth and the clichés in his writing. It would have been more interesting if only we could hear more of what the people were saying, honestly. It was in the Rathaus, which is, as previously mentioned, a giant gothic structure, so it was like trying to listen in on stuff in Cathedral: large and echo-filled and hotter than you'd think. I was kind of hyper during the class just from being so tired, I think.
Last night, my roomie and her friends were all astonished at my hair.
In other news, life goes on.
:(
Okay, he's not dead, and I actually just got a call from the people at the repair shop that they needed my password to check Doomie over. That means that they will be working on him now! Yay! Or, at least, they intend to do so.
Anyhoo. I'm in the Germanistik computer lab at the uni, which is a small dark hot room filled with computers. However, it is smaller than most of the other ones, and open fairly late, which will help me get stuff done here.
After the program core course yesterday, which involved a lot of humming and hawing as people tried to remember what they'd been doing before Berlin, we went to a lecture by a professor on Ödön Hováth and the clichés in his writing. It would have been more interesting if only we could hear more of what the people were saying, honestly. It was in the Rathaus, which is, as previously mentioned, a giant gothic structure, so it was like trying to listen in on stuff in Cathedral: large and echo-filled and hotter than you'd think. I was kind of hyper during the class just from being so tired, I think.
Last night, my roomie and her friends were all astonished at my hair.
In other news, life goes on.
