i think i like this setup... maybe a little tweaking to the calendar though. doesnt quite fit in, but i did want it to stand out a little. i can't figure out how to make a border around the whole calandar box. if i try to program a border around it, it puts it around the whole month and each individual date, which i'd be fine with if the date boxes were uniform, but they're sized to fit each number, so the 4th of the month has a little box, but the 14th has a bigger one.
well. other than revamping the look of my blog... what to report? lets see... played raquetball for the first time the other day... my knee is still hurting from it, but it was fun time. i got asked to aopi's pledge dance, so thats cool. her name is julia, who i've met once or twice before, but only last week really talked to her. but it should be a good time. i'm goin out to dinner with rob, brend and brend's dad in a few minutes. his dad is down here giving a speech on divorce legalities or something, and offered to take us out to dinner. how can i refuse a free meal? definitly can't. after that i'm going to papa dells to hang with the pledges and their respective dads (of which i'm one) and the pledge trainer. i'm not going to eat, since i'll have just eaten... but i'm always up for the comradery of my bros and hopeful future bros. after that is P^infinity night at apx. the night that the pledges plan for which everything is p related (p is for Pledges and their Phathers). typically it involves Pokey stix, a movie on the Projector (often Porn), and whatever else P they can come up with. tonight poker is on the list too, so i'm excited about that.
its raining crazy style right now. it was super sunny a little bit ago, then all of a sudden it got really dark and the skies opened up. thunder, lightning, the whole shibang. good times.
well... thats all for now. let me know what you think of the new look.
i dont like the new colors... but i'll mess with it later. maybe i'll even try to actually program some sorta original looking page. but we'll see, cuz i'm pretty content with just messing with colorstyles.
worst school ever
funny, i disagree with every one of your points
ok... this one is pretty funny
ok... these are getting progressively cooler... in a dorky sorta way.
don't want to leave you with a bunch of crap, so: this is pretty cool
ok nevermind... this is freakin awesome. google's gonna take over the world.
sometimes, when something is just within your grasp, it remains out of reach. i know this doesnt make a lot of sense in a literal sense, but whatever. i'm waxing philosophical... er something. maybe it's because i'm afriad it will slip through my fingers if i do try to grab ahold of it. why do i want things i can't have? where did i go wrong in life? yeah, i know "it's not that bad" but is it that great? i mean, i love my friends... particularly on their 21st birthdays (cuz they're super entertaining), but i look at my life and i wonder what happend. i mean, since i was in like 4th grade i knew i wanted to be an architect, since a few years after that i knew i wanted to come to u of i. i dont regret coming here, but i do wonder why i really came here and why i chose architecture. neither were really my desicion. they were both "easy" options. no thought involved on my part. i'm finally thinking long and hard about what i want to do with my life. what i want in life. what i want my life to be. and to all of those i have a resounding "i don't know." people tell me that this is the time to figure it out, but shouldnt i have figured it out earlier? i have one idea of something i want to do, but i dont know if its possible and i know that my family, parents particularly, and friends probably dont want me to do. well, maybe my friends wouldnt mind, but i know they dont think i could do it. dont ask me what it is cuz i'm not going to tell you unless i do it. the thing is, if i go for it... thats what i'm doing. the more i think about it, and look into it, the more it sounds like something i want to do. i dont know. i guess beating around the bush here isnt going to get me anywhere, but whatever. i guess now is the time to figure it out, since i havent yet. but i really feel like i should've. coulda shoulda woulda eh? at any rate... wtf am i doing with myself? i hope i figure it out soon. getting the job at wpgu is about the first thing that i've ever actually done on my own. the only choice that wasnt placed on a platter for me to take. architecture, though i love it, is not for me, just presented to me. teaching, something i think i'd be good at, and may enjoy, but again... just presented to me. whatever. we'll see what happens. wish me luck
why are t-shirts so short? am i seriously that disproportioned? i mean, yeah i'm tall... and yeah, my inseam is about the same of someone who is 5 inches shorter than me (about 32-33.. same as my waist. i'm a sphere). but seriously: why can't i find a t-shirt that stays at or below my belt when i shrug my shoulders without being so wide that i can hide a thanksgiving turkey in it? clothing companies need to make more "tall sizes." hell, even some that do screw it up and assume that "LT" (large-tall, not lions township) means "kinda tall, but super wide." dont get me wrong, some companies get it right, thanks croft and barrow, but a majority of so-called "tall" sizes are not that proportionately tall... maybe i should just get really fat so i can fill out these shirts that dont have the stringy, lanky guys in mind. and dont get me started on long sleeves. some company needs to start selling a size called "gorilla proportions."
i could write about everything that's happened since i last posted... about the 16 hour drive down to florida. the week there. the 19 hours home. the illini basketball team. whatever... but instead, i'll just post this little bit of information by douglas adams, because his writing is hilarious:
How to Leave the Planet:
1. Phone NASA. Their number is 713.483.3111. Explain that it's very important tohat you get away as soon as possible.
2. If they do not cooperate, phone any friend you may have in the White House- 202.456.1414- to have a word on your behalf with the guys at NASA.
3. If you don't have any friends in the White House, phone the Kremlin (ask the overseas operator for 0107.095.295.9051). They don't have any friends either (at least, none to speak of), but they do seem to have a little influence, so you may as well try.
4. If that also fails, phone the Pope for guidance. His telephone number is 011.39.6.69.82, and I gather his switchboard is infallible.
5. If all these attemps fail, flag down a passing flying saucer and explain that it's vitally important you get away before your phone bill arrives.