Okay, I'm going to tell you a secret. You can't tell anyone. This is one of my most embaresing secrets. I got a virus. SHHHH! DON'T TELL ANYONE! I have a reputation as a computer geek who is too 1337 to get infected to keep up. Yes, I got a virus. I guess I was asking for it. I downloaded music, surfed crack sites, etc etc. --stfu about kiddie pr0n Mike. And Hentai, Krizel. Okay, well, Valentine's day was going just fine and dandy. I had collected $340 from suicide victims' wallets, as well as $4,000 and a haunted mansion from people's wills. Then, on the fateful night of Valentine's Day, I rebooted my computer after writing the last entry below *points* (You'll probably have to scroll a bit) and my computer got to the boot sequence, and hung itself. WHY?! DID I NOT LOVE YOU COMPUTER?! DID YOU NOT FEEL ADIQUIT?! DID I RELY TOO MUCH ON YOUR SPELL CHECKER?! Why did you have to go?! *falls on computer, crying* *steals video card from computer* Heh heh heh. So yeah, it won't even read from the CD drive. I see this as an excuse to get a new motherboard! ^_^ I wasn't all that worried though. I had my 160 gig hard drive with most of my stuff on it anyway, so I wouldn't loose much, just some program settings, school stuff, a couple important files, some of the websites/program source codes that I had been too lazy to move to my 160 gig. And I wouldn't even loose all of it. I had backed up my computer. BACK IN SEPTEMBER! k, in this house, we have over $1000 dollars worth of backup equipment/software. We've got 240 gigs worth of portable hard drives, a dvd burner, 4 zip drives, and a floppy drive in every computer. (I remember the days when a couple of floppies could save most important stuff. ^_^) Guess what. I hadn't used ANY of it since September. wtf is wrong with me?! So anyway, I'm not going down/formating C: without a fight! In the past 3, going on 4 days since my computer got depresed and injected itself with lethal viruses, I have gotten 13 hours of sleep. (Yes, I time everything Krizel.) My nose has been bleeding so much lately. And I REALLY REALLY REALLY wish I could stand coffee. Man, if I had coffee, this would be so...Much...*yawn*...Easier. But no, my mom won't even buy me a couple bottles of pop. v_v I can't say the past three days havn't been awesome. I mean, this is what I want to do when I move out! We have 5 computers in my house, including my dad's laptop. I have 4 computers in my room. And one of them doesn't even belong in this house. It's matt's dad's old P2, 200mhz, 8mb of ram, celeron, computer. Oddly enough, it's the only computer that can read my hard drive. The three other computers don't recognize it (they're all formated to ntfs too) Man, my room is SO awesome right now. *wets pants* I want to live like this forever. There's like, computer cases over there, random hard drives laying around, CDs scattered all over my desk, two monitors/keyboards/mouses set up to tow of the 4 computers, it's all dark, it's in the basement, I'm in my boxers and t-shirt, I've got screamo - which I burned off my 160 gig, through one of hte other computers - playing through my headphones, and past midnight, I take out the headphones, and let it on the speakers. That was a long, and incorect sentance. Let's list it. 1) All the computers have their cases off. It's just a metal frame with wires and drives in it. 2) It's all dark in the basement, except for the two monitors set up. 3) There's hardware, ribbons, and CDs scattered everywhere. 4) My math book is on my desk. 5) My bed isn't made. 6) There's currently music coming through SPEAKERS! 7) I've got my straw. 8) I get to use DOS! DOS! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUN IT IS TO BROWSE THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER, AND SAVE STUFF IN DOS?! Not as fun as unix, but still pretty damn fun. 9) I might get a new motherboard. 10) Summed up, my room looks like the set of some kick-ass hacker movie. Computers everywhere, code scrolling on the screen, uhhh, no techno, but some music that's even cooler than electronica! I just wish there was more monitors/keyboards that I could steal. But no. We don't have enough power bars. Now if only I had a couple of bottles of pop. Or, if I could stand coffee, a coffee machine. I tried it like 5 times since my computer crashed. I poored like a cm of coffee into a cup. I tried it black, and I didn't like it. So I put a drop of cream in. Didn't like it. It then dawned on me that I'm a fucking idiot. I had forgoten the sugar. So I get out the sugar. I but a dash of sugar in. Don't like it. I put like 10 cm of sugar into the cup. Tasted pretty damn good. Of course, by that time, with all the testing of coffee, there was like, none left. So now I'm running off a sugar rush. And I can't stop eating sugar, or I'll fall asleep. WEEEEEEE By the time I get my computer back up, I'm not going to have any teeth. Oh, right, I was talking about fixing my computer wasn't I? Okay, well, anyway, Matt's dad is a network administrator, or somehting like that, for the main office (I think it's hte main office anyway) of Canpar. I went with him to work once, for my homeschool group's thing where you go with someone to their work, and tell about it. It was cool. Very cool. Did you know Canpar hires programers to make software for them? The programers are just walking around, the IT guys are walking around with like, boxs of hard drives, and a screwdriver. There's a big cooling room full of servers. And...And... Man, it was like a computer geek convention. Without the case mod section. I would hate to be an administrator at a company. I mean, yeah, it'd be kick-ass 'cause you can spy on their computer and stuff. However it gets boring after a while, 'cause if they're not surfing pr0n, playing flash games, or reading e-mail, they're working. So that's the fun part. The unfun part is fixing their computers. "Oh, uhh, I got a virus. Can you fix my computer?" "Again?!" "Yeah..." "FOR FUCKING FUCK'S SAKE YOU FUCKING FUCKTARD, STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT FUCKING PR0N!...fuck!" Yeah, I'm really bad with my people's skills. But man, Dar (Matt's dad) had to upgrade pretty much ALL of the computers in the Canpar building (Something like 20 stories tall) with windows XP. THEN, a week or two later, everyone's complaining about it, so he has to go BACK and reinstal w2k on them all again. Took him a few weeks to do it too. Holy fuck eh? I would have stayed all night, and gone up to the top of the building with my Hecate 2 (WHICH SOMEONE HAS TO BUY FOR ME!) at like 6 in the morning and shot random employees coming to work. I mean holy fuck. It's not hard to teach all the employees how to instal an operating system. And CDs to burn xp onto for each employee arn't all that expensive. In the long run, it'd be cheaper, and easier to just buy the cds, teach the employees, and pay someone to sit there for a few days burning a cd for like, 10 people to share between each other, than it is to pay some guy uber-over time to go around and do it for each computer. Actualy, you can boot from a network, you don't even need to burn the cds. Okay, so anyway, back on topic, I havn't really gone anywhere with my story have I? So far, all you know is that my computer crashed on Valentine's Day Night, and that my room looks like a techie tornado came through it. Oh, you also know that I don't want to just format my C: because it's got some information on it that I want. Not pr0n. *shifty eyes* Source code. Yeah, that's it. Source code. That's what I need. So anyway, first thing I thought when I figured out that I couldn't get into my hard drive was "NOOOO! *sigh* Now I'll have to get a social life! Maybe try harder with my pathetic relationship with my g/f or something." Then I'm like "Pfft, fuck that! *Goes off and gets boot disks*" Boot disks are awesome. Unless you happened to loose yours, and have to download it off another computer, through 6 seperate floppy drives. Actualy, first thing I did was download a bootable linux cd, and burnt it. But it wouldn't boot from the cd. Blah. So then I looked for my boot disk. Couldn't find it. So I had to download one from microsoft, that only puts it on floppys. So I'm sitting here with two floppies, and it records part of the bootdisk to the first floppy, then it asks for the second floppy to continue writing, so I put in the second one, and stick the first one in my computer, then when both computer are done reading/writing them, I switch them, and so on, for six floppies. And it's not a fast process either. Geez, who would have thought it would take so long to write 6 megs. (I had to do this a bunch of times. So in the end I just said fuck it, and just got 6 floppies, and made the bootdisks perminant. Making the process a BIT faster. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.) So anyway, I got into DOS and tada, all problems are fixed. I access C:, type "dir", and all my files are there. I then try to cd to Documents and Settings. Whatdya know, cd won't recognize what directory you want to go to if it's got spaces in it, unless it's got quotations around the directory name. Now see, I didn't know that until yesterday. (Better known as day 2 for the VDay crisis) btw, for you people who use the mouse, "cd" is a command to change directories. Not just for DOS either. I hate the mouse. So anoying. The keyboard is so much better. Come watch me at my computer some time, you'll see I don't use the mouse unless it's necisary. Like spell checking for example. So anyawy, I figure "Fuck, I'm screwed now." Then I remember my ghost cds. Now, I don't want to format my C: drive, and I don't want to just instal XP on another harddrive, 'cause then I would have to isntal all my drivers and stuff. However, if I had another hard drive I could put the ghost info on there, and and boot from that hard drive. (btw, when I'm coding and stuff, I'll explain to Matt what I'm doing from time-to-time, and he'll be like "Why don't you just do it this way? It'll be so much simpler." I can come up with ideas and stuff, Matt can't. But once I explain something to Matt, he can make it simpler. The way I do everything, is...Well...Usulay the most long and complex way possible. For example, for our site, I made a php script that reads what directory you're in, so it can send you the relative path to another page. "Just write the direct path in the url." "*smacks head*" I don't think brackets are alowed to be this long. The point is, that this wasn't a good idea) So I went and got a 4 gig that I had in the closet, and used norton ghost to restore onto it. So now I have an operating system. I'm set right? Correct. Well, I should be anyway. I formated it to NTFS, and ghosted xp + drivers onto it. My bios wouldn't recognize it though for some reason. "Agggghhhh! I'm screwed now! Wait a second, this was a stupid idea. I just need to put my hard drive into another computer as a slave." So I did that. And I booted up the computer. Went into My Computer. And ya' know what? It didn't acknoledge that the hard drive was formated at all. Hmmm, maybe I can access it through DOS. *gets out boot disks* Nope, doens't recognize it in DOS either. (btw, at this point, I remembered that you have to have quotations around directories/files with spaces.) So then I took it over to Matt's, since his dad is used to dealing with this sort of stuff. I hate going to his dad for help with my computer. It makes me feel like such a n00b. (Imagine this with an Indonesian accent) "You got virus didn't you? Did you backup recently?" "N-no." "You should have. I told you. This is what happens when you look at pictures of girls." I generaly don't care what people think of me. Because I suck at pretty much everything. But when people start critisizing me about the computer, DDR, Ice skating, or Math, I get upset pretty quickly. "Your code looks messy. Maybe you should have documented it better." "Go fuck yourself bitch." "You have uber-bad posture." "I know." So yeah, anyway, while I was over there, my mobo decided that it was just too much work to recognize the CD drive. *sigh* Anyway, he tried putting my C: into his old P2, and IT RECOGNIZED THE FILES! So he just let me borrow it, and right now I'm using it to write this entry, because I got bored while waiting for files to copy from my C: to my portable HD. So yeah, for you people who miss me on MSN (Pfft, the only one who would miss me is Mike. And he doesn't read this far into my entries.) I'll be back in like...Like...Like...Like....Like...Like...Like...Like...A few more days. You know what really bugs me? When people curse stuff, then go "Why did it break?" "Damn you to hell computer." *computer dies* "What the fuck just happened?! Why did that just happen?!" So yeah, anyway, a lot of other stuff happened ("I should hope so. You've been working for 72 - 13 = 61 hours.") but I'm not going to go into it. Ummm...Nothing much else to say. My life has kind of been blown out of the water. Ummm..I my program that tells me how much longer until Deanna comes back is on my other hard drive (I don't have it counting down on my desktop...*cough*...) so I guess I'll have to count down manualy. 46 More days until Deanna goes back to work.