I'm an idiot.

This isn't my flash drive, but this is pretty much what mine looked like at 8 AM this morning after I picked up my computer and didn't bother to take extra caution, knowing that my flash drive was stuck in the USB port. So now it's bent. And it won't read. My dad offered to have someone at work look at it, but I someone at school told me that the technology department will do the data recovery for free. I think I may have them look at it first since it won't cost anything and it'll be easy to have done. So yeah. It's a little bit irritating to say the least.

Not again.

I have an acquaintance getting married next month and tonight I found out another friend is engaged. See, I was right with an earlier post - winter is the season of love. It's almost sickening. It would be if I didn't love the people getting married. As it is, it's still nauseating. And depressing. At least for those of us who are three years single this Thanksgiving holiday. Ah yes, the joys of single hood are many most days. But those "most days" are feeling like less and less the older I get. Soon, they'll just be "days" and then "less days". In the south, it's not uncommon to get married young, so I guess I feel like I'm fast approaching old-maid status. I see myself in thirty years as the crabby, accountant who lives alone with like twelve dogs. Or if I'm lucky, it'll be twelve horses and three dogs. But we'll see. Prospects are slim, and although I tell myself they'll get better after I graduate and get into the "real-world" (whatever that is) the prospects will be much larger. But I'm not buying my own bullshit. So yeah. It's three AM and I need to finish this last question for my auditing case that's due tomorrow so that I can go to bed and get up to go to class and start my daily grind all over again.

Auditing.

Studying blows. Fully. Substitute the Red Bull for a coffee drink of some sort and they pretty much nailed me in this picture. Minus the blond hair of course.