A Song For The Optimists

Fin: How are you tonight, Georgie? You seem stressed.
Georgina: Terrible.
Fin: And why is that…
Georgina: I absolutely hate being greeted with terrible internet.
Fin: I wouldn’t say you were greeted! It was okay this morning.
Georgina: It sure was, but now it’s just getting worse, just when I’m about to finish this essay. I think I might pop it in with however many words I have now. I can’t get to 2500.

A few weeks ago, I decided that I would name my laptop Fin, after the Anberlin song, pretty much. I’m not one to “name” my things, but I thought I’d do it just this once.

I have a habit of naming my stuffed toys, but to me, that’s different. I don’t see why you would name your iPod, phone, and so on. I’d just get confused. ๐Ÿ˜›

So, I’m in the middle of the finishing stages of my essay. I was doing so well, until my internet decided to play up.

I’m on broadband internet, and have been for about a year. I can’t believe I lived through those dial-up days, barely watching any YouTube videos, waiting for such a long time to upload a file or image. I remember the first time I got broadband/cable internet. We hadn’t had internet at all for a whole day when they got it set up, and I was very eager.

Now that we are on broadband, we have a set amount of download each month, but after we use that, we get “capped”.

capped: to have your internet speed slow down to a speed of half a kilobyte per second [estimate] after using up your entire download bandwidth.

That should be on Urban Dictionary, but it isn’t.

Right now, I’m capped.

Well, great. It is a downright terrible experience being capped. And I barely watch videos. It’s my brother, constantly playing those online games. I hate to place the blame on him all the time, but I swear, it’s his fault. I do not watch videos. I rarely download songs. I don’t load up huge sites.

But now that the speed of my internet is so terrible, I feel like I must resort to waking up at 3:00am when the internet is faster – off peak hours.

I’ve been sitting here for a while, practically procrastinating. I am trying to read a book on Google, for my assignment/essay, but it’s taking fucking years to load.

I’d rather run up 40 flights of stairs.

Speaking of which, James and I did just that. Yesterday, we needed to get to the 25th floor of the university building. We decided, dumbly, to take the stairs.

It was such good exercise. After going up two levels, I was freaking exhausted. We could see the numbers on the doors as we kept going up. By level 10, I was already aching to go back down. I had to hold onto the hand railings to hold myself up as I was panting.

Very tiring going up 25 floors. I felt like my heart was about to drop (LOL, Heartdrops… okay, lame joke).

We started to consider what it would be like in a fire, going down these stairs. Far out. ๐Ÿ˜†

When we reached the 25th floor it was all a huge relief and I felt pretty good about getting exercise in. Hahha.

I’m looking for a few people to help me out with my upcoming domain competition, which should be starting this weekend. If you can help, please apply here. Read the page carefully too! ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m going to ask some questions, since I haven’t in quite a while. Because I hate people only answering the questions in my blog. Don’t do that. Or I’ll ignore your comment.

  • How is your internet? Is your provider good?
  • Do you name any of your possessions? Tell me about them.
  • What was the last song you listened to?
  • What’s my laptop’s name (can you remember without scrolling up)?

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