Act One: Template
Well, the new layout is nearly completed. My attempts at using dual sidebars on the Resident Evil template (the red skyline) has proved absolutely fruitless. Instead of a nice elegant spread like that of Joshua, I am met with a horrific pile of mush that resembled a banana left out in the sun…during the running of the bulls.
Since it is unlikely that Josh and I will be online at the same time until Thursday night, I will have to be patient and wait for his quick and helpful assistance.
One the plus side, I do have this template. It features WuZiMu - also known as Woozie - from Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. Any triad or fan of Asians would kill to have this background in their template. I should know. They did it to me. Thrice.
In all seriousness, if anyone amidst our little blogcircle would like this template, I’ll send it to you via the Internets.
Act Two: Pointless Activity
When I returned to high school on Tuesday, I felt incredibly low. There was a certain aura in the air. There was a very strong feeling within me that said I shouldn’t be there. The atomsphere felt charged with wrongness, and I was compelled to leave. Children in the hallway turned and pointed, laughing their insidious laughter and hurling their insidious refuse.
Studies in Literature is as I expected. The course has a pleasant odour to it, but I am waiting for the fouler deeds underfoot. After all, it is an English class. Mr. Esposito tells me that writing for the Guardian will be a top priority. That ought to be fun, as I was hankering to take a crack at that newspaper anyway.
Data Management is what makes the return easier to tolerate. In simplest terms, Data Management = math. Jordan loves math. Jordan loves Data Management. It is a nice class. Some cute girls who returned for a fifth year. Josh and Amy are in that class as well. No. They aren’t cute fifth year girls. Barf.
The only problem with Data Management is Ort. He teaches us math as if we were retarded, and spends an excessive amount of time being a “know-it-all”. My irritation knows no limits when he is at the front. Oh, who would I kill for one final math class with Mr. Denstedt? The list would be numerous, provided it presented me one more opportunity to be taught by the caesar of the math department. Alas, Mr. Denstedt’s fate in teaching appeared to be the same as Julius’ in politics.
Anyway, that is all for now. I’m going to play the demo of Indigo Prophecy I just finished downloading. Thanks to Tycho for pointing out that it was up in the first place. Am I a dunce? No. I’m a character actor.
– Jordan
“That’s the bone-pealingly difference between you and me.” - Phil