My internet just went out. And then I came to the realization that I rely too much on the internet. As soon as I couldn't access the next page that I had clicked on, I became very frustrated and irate. And when I still couldn't get it working in the next five minutes, it sent me into a near-panic! The internet has really changed the way I view time, at least when I'm on the computer.
When our family got rid of dial-up, way back in the stone age when I was about in the 5th grade, my standards and expectations changed. Before, I just had to accept that a picture would take minutes to download so I could view it. With road runner, it just pops up on the screen when I click on it. So when it suddenly doesn't respond to my demands, it messes up the whole system where the human sits on their lazy butts, clicks, and voila! Life is served on a silver platter.
Everything nowdays for me revolves around the computer and technology in general, actually. I type all my homework on the computer and I save it onto my flash drive if I need to finish it at school. Teachers email announcements and sometimes last-minute homework assignments, expecting that you receive them. Even this blog is the perfect example of school-related, internet-dependent assignment. I must spend a lot more time infront of my computer than anywhere else except for maybe my bed.
This morning, for example, I was typing my second part to my budget project for econ. which was due at 12:30. It was a reflection and I was typing in word and I finally finished. So I saved it and just to be sure, I pressed *apple s* again. Or so I thought. My finger missed and I hit "W" or something and my one-page, single-spaced reflection dissapeared before my eyes! I sat there and blinked, the fact that my hard work had just dissapeared had not quite registered in my mind quite yet. Then it hit me. My paper was gone!!! Gasps! Oh no! I panicked.
Turns out that i had just made it a temp. file or something and it was technically still there but sort of invisible. I don't really know the exact details, but it was all good in the end and the lady working at the language lab found it for me and I was happy once more, panic-free.
I think it's really bad to spend so much time at the computer. I think my eyes are getting worse from the backlight or something and it's probably gives you cancer just like everything else in this world. And if the cancer doesn't get to me, the anxiety attacks will.
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