So a lot of things have happened with Lethyl, which isn’t a surprise to me because I’m constantly changing things (more so than a woman and her moodswings). Yes, my attempt to be humorous at the cost of being hunted down and shot by all women. Let’s start with what’s actually done…

I’ve moved my blog from the default link and name of lethyl.net / lethyl.co.uk to faraway.lethyl.net / faraway.lethyl.co.uk. And so in a sense this is the first version of faraway, but technically it’s the eighth version in general.

This version originally started out as a Cyrille Thouvenin collage/blend and after halfway with it, I realized it was going to be too bland and box-like. I didn’t want that, so I changed it a bit and used the silhouette effect again. Just this time I masked the silhouette for the blend, and went on with it. I like it…a lot. The colors are nice, in my opinion and I like the entire theme and symmetry. I also like how I coded this, it’s more CSS-based which helped me understand things a bit more. Your main navigation is at the very top; the top left is for users and the top right will bring you to various points of the site (home, actual content and categories).  The sub-navigation is right above the content (what’s buried underneath the tree, tee hee) and that takes you to the ‘preface’, ‘the boy’, ‘links out’ and ‘writings.’ I’ve taken away ‘visuals’ because those will be moved to the actual purpose of lethyl.net / lethyl.co.uk.

Which now brings me to future updates. I’m currently reading on FLASH basics and tinkering with things as I learn. I want to make my default site with FLASH, not entirely FLASH based just more so than normal. What I have in mind is to have a FLASH-based gallery for my artwork and everything else can pretty much stay with Photoshop / Dreamweaver. I don’t know how long it will take, I just know it will take a while.

On the otherhand, I applied to several other community sites such as Despair.nu and Defrost.ca. Both sites in which I think are splendid and interactive, so I’ll be somewhat more involved than I have been (which I’ve been desperately wanting to do, just been getting caught up in other things). I just hope that the e-mail that I’ve been using as my default is working, because it looks like it isn’t which means -shrugs- bogus crap for me to fix and do.

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I’ve found something quite special to look forward to every day of my life, which is really nice. It’s comforting to have and to know that it feels the same way.

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Tyler’s coming to NY to go apartment hunting, sometime this month. He says he’ll be moving here permanently, which I think is amazing.

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Today, I got in trouble with the Superintendent of my high school, which only aggravated me because of the stupidity of the entire situation.

I’m one of the few students that have been graced with the title of “Top Ten” which makes me really thrilled, but in the end, it’s nothing really special since nothing really happened. In any case, we’re going to have a dinner sometime in April or May, I don’t remember which and we’re suppose to hand in these nomination forms for the staff. I received mine late and I haven’t handed it in yet mainly because I keep forgetting to pick up the envelope before I leave for school. It’s sitting right on my desk. In any case, he called me into the guidance office and decided to relay the message that I’ve been disrespectful by not responding. One of the secretaries even had the audacity to tell me that if I were her child she’d be reprimanding me for being disrespectful to the Superintendent. I, honestly, don’t give a shit.

I told my Psychology teacher from last year about this, and told him how I don’t respect but I don’t disrespect the Super either, because I haven’t met him and he hasn’t earned my respect. Wherein, my teacher decided to tell me that by going through school and getting their phD, he’s earned his respect from everyone. No. He has not. Just because you were able to complete a phD does not mean that the entire world was respect you, at least, not in my eyes. I still believe that if you want respect, you have to earn it. So I told that opinion to my teacher and we debated on it.

I told him that I only call them Doctor so-and-so because I don’t want to embarrass  my family or my teachers, that or I need something from them. I don’t think I have to show any ounce of actual respect, and by that I mean the respect that I give to my foster pops or my guidance counselour. They’ve earned it because they’ve endured my rants and have raised me and prepared me for the future. I give everyone a sense of respect, I’m not an obnoxious asshole but I’m certainly not going to kneel and act like a servant.

I suppose what I’m getting at is that I hate this pretense that just because they’ve earned a phD, we have to treat them like royalty. I’ve always disagreed because I’ve always hated formalities; I love dressing formal and going to formal parties with the ballroom dances and such, but I hate having to instantly give respect because of a person’s title.

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In a few days, Monday to be exact, I have a major English assessment: the Independent Oral Commentary. The process goes as follows:

1. Five minutes before your appointment you report to your locker, drop off all your books and bags and things that you would never bring to an exam and then proceed to room while you hyperventilate.
2. You enter the tightly packed and incredibly small room and walk to the box of death, which is really just a box full of envelopes that have various extracts in them.
3. You are then to pick an envelope, carefully since once you pick one you cannot put it back; you must do that extract that you pick, no if’s or but’s your fate is sealed.
4. You are then given 20 minutes from opening the letter to read it several times and come up with a thesis as well as supporting examples, it’s important at this time to not cry, freak out, go blank or have a mental break down.
5. After 20 minutes your English teacher will come into the room, tell you it’s time and together you will walk towards the death sentence room. Sort of like the Dead Man Walking scene.
6. When you enter the room, the teacher lets you look at the room for a while and then asks you if you’re prepared as well as allow yourself to read the passage outloud (this is to clear your throat of any last anxieties / give you time to throw up several times or piss your pants)
7. Then it starts and he turns on the tape recorder and you start your commentary on the extract, proving your thesis in which you must avoid explaining but show how the author does what he/she does. It is very important to not cry, freak out, go blank or have a mental break down on top of preventing yourself from stuttering, useing the word “Uhm” or “Like,” or long pauses.
8. The teacher will tell you to wrap it up after you’ve rambled and then you will be asked questions by the teacher that if you don’t answer carefully, can mess up your entire grade.

That’s how my teacher explained it to us, isn’t he nice? Fucking bugged out from this.