livejournal, you make me twitch.
I've been working for a few hours the past two nights each on a custom layout for my journal. It's basically just an alteration of the Expressive theme, which I have right now - I just want to change the header, add a repeating background aligned at the top, and change the color scheme. It should NOT be this difficult - am I going about it all wrong in trying to sort through this mess of layers and themes and styles? The final straw for me tonight was when I tried building a mock-up of this layout in a regular HTML file on my computer - the tables broke and didn't line up and it was then I decided I needed to leave it alone because my eye began to twitch even more and I felt like my stress over this was going to eat my stomach. (=_=) I basically had to cut off contact with everyone at that point, which resulted in playing Sudoku in the bath and then watching the latest Winners & Losers episode. What's up with this? I used to create websites all the time, but when I think about it I haven't created a fanlisting or made a new layout for anything since my hosting situation with Jer went south. I'm rusty. =(
Now that two weeks of class have gone by, I think I can safely pass judgement on them. Let me entertain you with stories of my school life.
I posted this one on Facebook earlier today in dialogue format, but a funny thing happened in yesterday's Korean class when Park-sensei asked who had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I hesitantly raised my hand, and quickly realized I was the only one in a room of 20-25 students with her hand in the air.
REALLY, JAPAN? REALLY? Everyone laughed, stared, sensei displayed dismay, and continued to use me as an example for the pronoun "uri."
The next interesting thing happened today in my Toyota class, which is the class I purposely bring other things to do in, such as my study materials for Korean or sudoku. In the middle of discreetly typing up a blog for my Ameba on my phone, the teacher, a very nice older Japanese man whom I've made light conversation with before class (in Japanese), came over to me and asked me to lead the class with the current discussion topic (the Tohoku earthquake).
I still don't know why. The paranoid part says he caught me not paying attention. The rational part says he genuinely wanted to find a native English speaker to lead the class. Damn me for making friends with teachers.
Well, at least I looked cute.
Tomorrow I resume shopping activities as normal.
I'm going to spend the rest of the night watching a brain-free program like Extreme Couponing.
Now that two weeks of class have gone by, I think I can safely pass judgement on them. Let me entertain you with stories of my school life.
I posted this one on Facebook earlier today in dialogue format, but a funny thing happened in yesterday's Korean class when Park-sensei asked who had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I hesitantly raised my hand, and quickly realized I was the only one in a room of 20-25 students with her hand in the air.
REALLY, JAPAN? REALLY? Everyone laughed, stared, sensei displayed dismay, and continued to use me as an example for the pronoun "uri."
The next interesting thing happened today in my Toyota class, which is the class I purposely bring other things to do in, such as my study materials for Korean or sudoku. In the middle of discreetly typing up a blog for my Ameba on my phone, the teacher, a very nice older Japanese man whom I've made light conversation with before class (in Japanese), came over to me and asked me to lead the class with the current discussion topic (the Tohoku earthquake).
I still don't know why. The paranoid part says he caught me not paying attention. The rational part says he genuinely wanted to find a native English speaker to lead the class. Damn me for making friends with teachers.
Well, at least I looked cute.
Tomorrow I resume shopping activities as normal.
I'm going to spend the rest of the night watching a brain-free program like Extreme Couponing.