Computer scare

So, I was about to blog about how my stupid computer wouldn't let me log onto my user name with my password, that I knew was correct when (imposing music here) it wouldn't let me log onto blogger with the same password! At this point I pulled up a word thingy and tried it out, and it turns out one of the letters on my keyboard sticks like a bitch. This is a new development, but it should be pretty solvable now. This is a tremendous relief. Because I don't know what I would've done if I had locked myself out of my administrator user name. That would suck.

Actually, I would've called or emailed Donald or Chrissy's friend t-bert (who thinks I am a babe) since they are the biggest computer nerds I know. If anyone knew how to loophole around my password, they would. However, it did not have to come to that. Although feel free to be indignant if I didn't mention you, but you could've helped me.

I have a dilemma. Part of me wants to keep this little dilemma to myself and part of me wants to put it to my loyal public to see what advice they would give me. It is romantical in nature, and pertains to a certain someone far, far away who I talk to on the phone with freakish regularity (particularly since he is not related to me in anyway--well, because that would make the romantical nature really, really weird).

We are both going to be at a wedding this summer (that means you Sara and John). A wedding where many of the guests (like myself) will be renting hotel rooms. I was hoping to share a hotel room because well, I am kind of poor, plus hotel room slumber parties can be fun (I offer up many an ACTF as an example). Now, herein lies the problem. Chris Plummer has invited me to share with him and Luke Daigle which would be a way fun slumber party (and no I would not be stupid with/about the Daigle, I feel quite confident that it only took me two tries to learn that lesson in a pretty hard fashion). However, anything romantical with the certain romantical person would not work out so well in my room, if I were sharing it with the boys. There has been a wee teeny (and I mean hardly any) talk of me and the romantical person sharing a hotel room, but that gives me pause. I mean, that sort of implies a promise. If we share a room, we share a bed, etc. Now, I am pretty sure that the implied sharing is going to happen anyway, so why not save each of us a little money and get some privacy, but somehow I am still reticent about that, and I don't know why. I am a grown up. He's a grown up. Neither of us are seeing anyone. Why not? If we didn't live so freaking far away from each other, I have little doubt we would already be involved in some sort of relationship thingy, but we do live far, far apart. I don't know. But, if I am going to get a hotel room, I kind of should do it soon. Auugh. Why am I such a wreck when it comes to things romantical?