Ode to my pretty computer

I love you.
Please don’t die.
So pretty, so sleek.
Silver, black, and all the blue lights.Typing your keys makes such resounding clicks.
Running so loyally all the time,
Storing my files, my designs, my pics.

I can’t lose you.
I will die.
Papers, essays, applications – I don’t care.
But those pics! Markers of time,
Proof of reckless youth,
Of moments oh so high.
But yesterday you gave me quite a scare.
Just shutting down, repeated thrice.
Losing those treasures I cannot bear.
I love you.
Please don’t die.

Okay, so that’s not a real ode. But I am truly, deathly afraid that my computer will die. There are files in this computer that I should’ve backed up a long time ago that I really can’t bear to lose. Screw the papers. Screw the personal essays. In fact, screw the article edits, too. But those designs? Who’s to say I can ever find those perfectly complimentary swatches again, or remember the names of those amazing fonts? If those are stock photos, where did I find them? How did I manipulate them in Photoshop and Indesign to their maximum prettiness potential? And the photos. The photos. Designs, with however much difficultly, can be reduplicated, sometimes. But photos, those precious slices of time past, can never be recaptured. You can’t to reproduce the perfect angle of sunlight, to retrace your steps and find the perfect angle. Going back in time is impossible. Forgotten memories of laughter, sun, naivety, extravagance, joy, simplicity, nostalgia will all remain forgotten. Forever lost.

It musn’t happen :(:(

In other news, my wonderful boyfriend Joe closed the car door on my leg this past Friday. We were climbing out of Brian’s car after watching Wanted. Or, Joe climbed out of the car and as I was climbing out after him, we all heard a thump and watched the car door swing back out. In slow motion, just like in the movies. And then the pain registered, and I saw something small and red smack in the middle of my leg, slowly and inevitably spreading by the minute.

One of these days, I really need to start a photo collection of all the bruises that he has given me. Because two days later, there is definitely a big, nasty, bumpy, and very painful bruise. And it will be there to stay for a long while, like all my other bruises.