(for the record, apparently I'm hit by the broken mood thing too. I am sooo far from agony right now.)


I've had this friend who's been in the hospital for a lung transplant about 7 or 8 weeks, and his dad is a cop. Anyway, when my mom and I found out (through the dad who she met by this really odd small world coincidence at a gas station when she was complaining about cops), we set to raising money for the family because they're going to have some really bad hospital bills by the end of this, not to mention the gas their eating up by driving downtown (about 30 minutes) every day.

Anwyay, when the dad heard about my computer and having lost 4,000+ pictures, he told me that he knows a guy who he works with who has to recover files off of hard drives for evidence, and he'd be more than happy to get this guy to take a look at it.
His co-worker never looked at it. Well, kind of.
He took it into his office today, and is apparently an early bird, so he beat the computer guy there. While he was waiting, for the sake of curiosity, he decided to try booting up my laptop. It worked. Twice.
He booted it up a third time when the computer guy got there, and they put the files on his external hard drive. All 13 plus gigs.
Of course, it'll take them about 24 discs to get me my pictures, and I can't take their hard drive to get my stuff off because it has evidence and whatnot on it.
So I made the investment in a relatively cheap 320 gig external hard drive. (still like $100...eek).
But, I brought it home and my computer booted up. I'm coping my pictures right now.

Wow..I will get to be in the gallery at school in August.

Expect uploads as soon as I get through all my pictures, and all the messages I have on here.