Help a girl out...

Who doesn't like being asked for their opinion on something? Absolutely no one that I know. Most people like to share their thoughts on various things (mint green skinny jeans, music, my hair color/length, TV shows...you name it) so I'm going to ask for yours RIGHT NOW.

Here's the deal: 

I finally bought a new computer. I've needed a new one for going on two years now.  Poor Casey had been through a lot. Remember that time I gave him a soy milk bath? And how he had his memory wiped...four times? He got me through the Week of the Five Papers (the Native American name, naturally. The other name should not be used in polite company) as well as countless other late nights and hosted quite the dance party in his day. But alas, dear Casey, it is time to say goodbye. This is where I need your help. DESPERATELY. This little machine of delightfulness doesn't have a name. I asked for suggestions on Facebook and Instagram (because what kind of good hipster would I be if I didn't Instagram my new purchase?) and got quite a few great responses, but now I can't decide. So please please please. If you love me at all. Leave a comment with your vote:

*Rory Williams aka Rory the Roman or Mr. Pond (ala Doctor Who) -Nevitt
*Louis -Squeegee

* Jasper -Daniel

*Vidanric -Nevitt (again)

*Oy with the Poodles Already (Poodles for short) -Amanda

*Della -Martha

*Pete -Hermana Boone

*Sheldon -Alex

*Oscar -Jen Cowling

*Dell Paxton ("You are my biggest fan.") -Liz

*Rum Pot Dellicus -Megan

*Humperdink -Platt

*Clarence -Em

*Captain Jack Harkness (Also ala Doctor Who) -Tina

Let the opinion giving begin now. If your name is picked, I'll send you cookies. 

In which Casey gets a tune up...

No, not the real Casey, crazies. My computer. I know, I know. You're all thinking that it's about time that I stop naming inanimate objects, but I've got news for you: that's never going to happen. I always have and always will give my electronics and other large purchases names:

My iPod? Chuck. 

My car? Fitz, short for Fitzwilliam. 

My last computer? Howie. 

This lovely little machine is called Casey because he has survived more virus attacks and reformatting than any computer should have to and most of them aren't even his fault. He's been completely wiped 4 times since I purchased him 18 months ago, and he's such a champ. Comes back stronger every single time.

Anyway, Casey had to be reformatted yet again because on Wednesday night after I attempted to do math he wouldn't reboot. This is what I mean when I tell you math kills. It tried to kill my beloved Casey, but he's stronger computer then that. I took him into work, only mildly panicked that finals are coming up and all my classes are online. Leif, my genius computer guy, told me that all I needed to do was insert the Windows 7 disc and everything would be lovely again. (Insert buzzer sound here) WRONG. When my equally genius Uncle Bruce tried to do that, Casey freaked out and demanded a complete memory removal. Which completely stinks on multiple levels:

-I didn't have time to back up my files

-All music is gone (Yay for Chuck because without him I would be completely tuneless.)

-My file which contained pictures of the world's hottest men is gone. So I have no screen saver. It's really tragic.

-My little sister's graduation pictures were on here and I haven't had a chance to put them on Facebook yet. Now they're gone.

-My senior paper (which had already been turned in) is gone as well. 

Aside from Casey's permanent amnesia, he's working great. I suppose I'll get over the loss of my pictures, but I might have to cry into my pillow for a night or two.