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where’s that wand when you need it?
Believe me; if there were a quick fix to help my ailing, outta-date HTML/PHP/Wordpress knowledge, I would’ve used it by now.
Sadly, there isn’t; but there IS an alternative – pinching a free template to use on your site. Even the simple act of using a premade WP theme isn’t so simple after all; especially when you’re using one like this that has widgets and whatnot. For the record, since YM.net was launched in 05, I had NEVER touched the “Widgets” tab in my WordPress dashboard. And now I’ve suddenly discovered that widgets make life a WHOLE lot easier…but not before you “suffer” first – in the form of having to code your layout meticulously so that it’s widget-ready. Flip.
Gee, the amount of work that must’ve gone in this…the same amount that I’d much rather spend on bumming around, now that I’m an A-level student. 
Doesn’t mean that I haven’t made a few tweaks here and on Surrealle (like I mentioned in the post before.) Some stuff that’s happened, for a start…
YM.net
- Spring-cleaned blogroll
- Gotten rid of some pages, edited others
- Plans to rewrite some preexisting pages; after all, some of them were written back in 05/06, when I was 14. I’m 17 now, and tend not to use some of the “right-way-round” smilies anymore (like ^_^, for instance.) Actually, I don’t use smilies as much now.
Surrealle
- Fished for ALL my previous design works to “file” them neatly
- Started work on new page layout
And just to prove that I -am- working on that new layout, here you go!
it only takes one
I’m not sure if it’s just me, or if I’m just one of those people “doomed” to have atypical friendships and social circles. Actually, I wouldn’t consider them atypical; but they’re definitely not what any old Joe/Jane would expect to have to go through. Not all of this, anyway.
For starters, I’m not part of a stereotypical high school clique; or just any old clique per se. That’s probably because I’m not 1) preppy 2) popular 3) a cheerleader 4) uber-nerdy 5) uber-AZN (as they would refer to themselves) or 6) a musical hermit. I love having my cake and eating it as well; so I’m involved in a good mix of stuff and talk to a lot of people. Which is what they never really understand about me. -_- If I were to actually follow personalities on TV shows, I think I’d be pretty much an Inbetweener (reference to E4′s hit comedy series The Inbetweeners; a bunch of students not cool enough to be popular but not nerdy enough to be geeks.)
Moving on – except for some treasured few, I seem to have a notorious track record for not getting along with peers of my age/year group. Juniors and seniors are all right, and I’m (touch wood) brilliant with kids and adults. However, try as I may, people from my year group just don’t take a shine to me. This became a lot more evident when I went to England – and know what? It’s actually not my fault that we don’t get on; Mr Marshman (my houseparent) reckons it’s just a case of different intellectual levels (so sue me if I don’t feel like comparing Daniel Radcliffe with Jeremy Sumpter – go ahead if you will; I just don’t really want to participate per se, thanks.) Perhaps I just have to be a bit more patient – people change and grow up more during their late teenage years.
The final thing – which has also ended up being a source of jibes – is the fact that I get on better with lads than chicas. I won’t lie and say that it’s better to share certain things with members of your own sex – even though I hate stereotypes, most of the girls around me are complete b****es. When it comes to friendly banter, more often than not, it’s guys that I tend to have it with. And unsurprisingly, some the dudes I hang out with happen to be the people I go to with my light worries. I must admit I do stay away from the popular ones, though; they tend to be very jock-ish characters without the ability to sustain a convo.
Not to say that I don’t get along with girls full stop. My two oldest best friends are girls I’ve known since primary school who are 1) living miles away from me and 2) are of a totally different background compared to mine. One doesn’t speak English as her first language either.
So far, these are the sort of things that I’ve grown to get used to – which other people sometimes condemn as an “abnormal social life”. Hopefully you agree with me. There are, however, certain not-so-typical friendships I’ve experienced in my teen years; some of which I’m still trying to get a clue on.
dear my friend
The extra “my” is intentional; it’s the title of an Every Little Thing song. Speaking of which, reminds me about the “recipient” of this letter. Said recipient is a great friend of mine…was.