Nope, Still Haven’t Started The Program.

Status Report

Wearing: White Socks, tuggy, cords, colorful brown rayon, gray boxers (Still)

Stereo is blasting: Ball Tongue – KoRn

Last ate: Stuffed pasta shells. Light dinner, but good.

Last round of masturbation: Last night.

Entry Start Time: 2:04 AM

What I’d like my DiaryName to be: Secure.

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Well, I finally got NADS installed on Lisa. NADS is my pet name for “RADS”. (Rutgers AntiVirus Delivery System) I happened to check my college email for once, and I noticed an email saying that all computers which don’t have the antivirus shit on them will have their internet SHUT DOWN. I know not to mess with Resnet, after all the times they shut me down. ..I won’t even go into detail of the pain in the ass it was to install that thing. Let’s just say I had to do some deleting, renaming, and moving of files to trick the fucking thing into working. It’s a pain when you manually delete a program (Just deleting the directory) and can’t find an instance of it in the System Registry. Bleh.

But yes, I won The Battle of NADS. Lisa has NADS. I was really worried I might need those window service packs. See, I can’t install those because I have an invalid XP keycode. I was afraid I’d have to browse some naughty websites to learn how to change my keycode. I saw some people in the chat of Direct Connect talking about it. Yes, even a Timmy is a lurker when out of his element. But, yes. Lisa Electron has NADS on her. I won’t be shut down by Resnet. Winner is me!

My joy was shortlived. I decided I should start fiddling around with scheme. As in, that program that was assigned two Mondays ago and is due Monday. (Okay, he pushed the date to Wednesday. But, nevermind that.) …I can’t login to Remus. Nor any of the other CS servers. Even if I could download scheme and code it, I’d have no way to hand the program in. So, I decided to email help@remus. I don’t have much other choice. I can only hope there’s a simple explanation for the fact that when I try to login, I keep getting disconnected. I have SSH! My IP is good!

*sighs* Who’d like to get me up the ass? I’m still tight!

I seem to have an inability to focus on more than one class at once. At least, when studying? Bleh. I won’t even go there.

I either did really well on that philosophy of science fiction exam today, or I did an excellent job of bullshitting. …*laughs* I had the gist of all the readings. I went to class. I understand the concepts, or at least could discuss them. *chuckles* I can’t believe I wrote an extra page just to explain my own concept of identity. I wrote it here. Looking back at the entry, what I explained to him isn’t exactly what I wrote there. I’m amused. See, I was saying how memories DO dictate who we are. I remember being Timmy. Therefore, I’m Timmy. But, if I have the complete lifetime set of memories of Napoleon, then I would, quite literally, be Napoleon. If only a little taller. *chuckles* But, I DID give the argument he was looking for. I was supposed to disprove, “If A remembers being B, is A equal to B?” Okay, it was phrased slightly lengthier than that. But, whatever. It’s obvious that if you remember being Bob Dole, no matter how hard you try, you are not Bob Dole. Unless you have the complete lifetime set of memories of Bob Dole. (That is, if you’re Bob Dole. Which you’re not. None of you can ever be Bob Dole. Ha, you wish.)

As always, definitions are arbitrary. If you want to define identity as how you look, then you can. But, in that case, what’s on the “inside” doesn’t matter. But, whatever.

*yawns*

God damn it, is it Thursday already? This schedule is starting to get me. I have only two real days when I have classes. Four classes in a row on Wednesday leaves me exhausted by when I get back here around 4:40. My week revolves around Friday now. The mere prospect of seeing The Minor motivates me. …To see The Minor, sadly not anything else. I need some morning classes next semester. Some 9:50’s, anything. Well, not ANYTHING. I’d be stupid to want 8:10’s I can’t believe I had four 8:10’s that one semester. Great experiment, my fucking ass. I remember when I had the flu, I had to skip all my morning classes because I was incapacitated. *shakes head*

I love doing the Arnold voice, if you haven’t noticed. Of course you haven’t noticed, you can’t hear me. ARNOLD WILL DOMINATE YOU. See, can’t you hear Arnold’s voice? GET DOWN. *chuckles* ARNOLD WILL SAVE YOU. AS DA WINNING CANDIDATE, I AM DAS WINNER. …*yawns* I actually have nothing against Arnold, I wanted him to win so I’d be entertained for the next few years. Though, I admit, I respect Bob Dole far more. Bob Dole: A Better Man, For A Better America. …I’m going to be telling my Grandkids about Bob Dole, aren’t I? “He was a Republican. But, he wasn’t all bad.”

I want it to snow. *nods*

I don’t know about you, but when I get an “ACCESS DENIED” on my own computer, I say, “Oh, REALLY now. We’ll just SEE ABOUT THAT!” *evil laughter* I love making computers do things they’re not supposed to do. I can’t believe kids are growing up today without THE POWER OF DOS. The POWER OF DOS COMPELLS ME! :: emits Aura :: Pity I can’t get into Unix. It’s like DOS on crack. And I’m just not down with that trip, yo.