The Good Girl Gone Blog

Today I went to the Apple Store to get my Mac looked at. Recently, it's been randomly freezing, so I figured I should get it checked out before I go back to school. This way, my dad could come with me and ask all of the right questions/tell me what to do if it came down to paying to get it fixed vs. buying a new computer.

The Mac Genius, Adam, checked out my computer and worked his magic. He was very cute in that "I'm a huge computer nerd" sort of way. He had very short finger nails, so I knew just by looking that he was a biter.

Of course, because I sometimes speak before thinking, I actually asked him if he was a nail biter. When he  he admitted that indeed, he does bite his nails, I told him he should stop.

Keep in mind, I'd known this guy for approximately 15 minutes. 15 minutes, and I was asking him to change. Great, Alana.

Well, Adam did some more stuff to my computer and then turned it around so it was facing me.

"Do whatever you'd normally do on your computer and we'll see if it's still having problems," he said and walked away.

What I normally do...hmmm.

So, I went on the Internet, checked Facebook, etc. My dad told me I should write a blog entry. I was intrigued, but knew that the only thing I'd end up writing about was Adam, the cute Mac Genius.

I can see it now: My browser opened to Typepad, I'd write the words "Adam is such a hottie" and then my computer would inevitably freeze. Adam would appear to fix the freezing issues and see what I'd written.

So no, I didn't write a blog entry, because it would have ended in disaster, trust me.

We'll see how my computer fairs- if I have issues again, I'll have to take it to the Mac store in Boston, and who knows if Boston's Mac Geniuses are as cute as their Baltimore counterparts.