September 21, 2000 — On the meaning of sloth

September 21 or not, I'm going to start with last night since a few things happened after I'd posted my journal.

First off, Jeff (a fellow Victoria student) and Amy (who goes to Seneca, rumour has it) visited while Johnston was in class. They played with my computer for awhile and I gave them anti-greg stickers. This is a paranoia-inducing event, as Jeff's the first member of the whole "Victoria College" cult to learn of the horror of anti-greg. Luckily, I had no real desire to make fun of him on here, so I'm not losing out. But if too many people find out, I'll be so scared of being bludgeoned to death that I won't be able to talk about people behind their backs anymore, and wouldn't that just be horribly disappointing?

Amy gets bonus points for having friends more into computers than me. Or maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel like less of an addict.

Anyways. Later that night, Johnston and I were discussing the shortfalls of anti-greg (a long conversation, to be sure), and I decided to undertake a redesign of the main page at some point after the BV3 site is done. The concept at the moment is based around the seven deadly sins (hurah for Catholicism), as I have seven sections and decided that daring and original design decisions are for chumps.

Since then, I've slept a few hours, borrowed a book on the seven deadly sins from the library, and become convinced that given the accepted church definition of sloth, I'm headed straight for the fifth circle of hell. It's apparently not laziness; it actually refers to "a lack of any feeling about self or other, a mind-state that gives rise to [...] apathy." I'm fucked.

In a non-religious sense and in all honesty, nothing interesting really happened today. School. Bran Van 3000. Slow disintegration of the shaving cream on my door. Bah.

To summarize, I have nothing to feel happy about, but I'm feeling well enough to actually get work done and am looking to have all the branvan3000.com stuff online by next week in phase one mode. I keep forgetting to call Matt to talk to him about phase two. I need to get with the program.

I should probably do some homework eventually, too.