Changing my Blog's Layout

 [Just so you know, I'm posting this because I want to, not because I'm supposed to]

As y'all can probably see, I've changed my blog up completely.  The background is different,  the fonts, the colors, everything.  But If a blog is what you write, shouldn't the blog be like you?

I think this is the same photo...

I suppose that I changed it to reflect my personality, who I am.  Before,  the background was black with orange hexagonal-photographic-light-speck-things, which was nice,  but now it's constellations.  That last background was cool, but it wasn't really me.  it would more fit a photography kid, in the literal sense, but I suppose also someone who  doesn't see the defined lines in the world,  only the vague outlines and general shapes.  That background would fit someone who doesn't need to analyze someone in order know who they are.  in a non-metaphorical sense, I guess this could be me before December when I got my glasses,  and that would have worked for me then,  but now I can actually see the math board from the back of the class (not that I want to look at stupid trigonometry problems [darn SOH CAH TOA]).  maybe this could be the transition from sixth to eighth grade, but anyway, I'm past the blurry part in any of those instances.  Anyway, the fact that I don't know the real name for those hexagonal-photographic-light-speck-things shows that the background is just not for me.  Photo courtesy of iStockphoto, © Kadir Barcin, Image# 8751099

A version of Orion

I think that the constellations fit me better.  In the literal sense, I like astronomy and astrology (two TOOOOTALY  different things, to those of you who don't know), so the constellations, zodiacs and et cætera match that part of me.  It can also be metaphorical.  I suppose that I am always looking up in the way that I want more knowledge.  Also, I've always been fascinated by things that supposedly mean so much,  but appear to affect us so little!  Also, the first thing that I noticed on the background was the zodiac Orion, which I associate with my life as a little kid.  I always remember that zodiac, because It was the first one I learned.  Often when I was younger,  I would run to my front yard before going to bed and look across the street to look at the stars. Orion seemed to always be above the house across the street.  I suppose that if I were religious, or if I were Andromeda Klein, I would call him my Holy Guardian Angel (but I'm not religious or Andromeda, so I'll stick with Orion.  or maybe Huggy*) . 

This is why I feel that this background fits me much better than the last one.  The last one could sort of be thought of as a child's pair of shoes.  They buy a nice pair of winter boots because they look nice and fit well.  They wear them constantly, love them every day, all day. That is until spring creeps up and grabs the child by the heels.  The poor kid is forced to put his beloved boots into the closet and settle with some cheap pair of sandals.  all summer, he yearns for the boots,  but  he waited patiently.  but when winter finally comes along, he takes the boots out, and guess what? His feet grew and they no longer fit!  and as he realizes that they don't fit, he also sees what an ugly shade of brown they are, and how they are all torn up.  the kid buys a new pare and loves  them just the same. 

Blog backgrounds should change as you change,  evolve as you evolve. If a blog is who you are, its background should be part of you too.

*Andromeda Klein reference.  Holy Guardian Angel = HGA = Huggy.

Suspicion

Sometimes paranoid people have a point.  Sometimes suspicion can be good.  If everyone trusted everyone, the world would be a whole big mess.  Nothing would get accomplished and nothing would get solved if people weren't suspicious.  The only problem is, many people trust others out of passion.

God do I wish that Andromeda could be a little less trustful.  At the moment, I am reading Andromeda Klein by Frank Portman.  The main character, Andromeda, hasn't seen her old boy friend, "st. Steve" for a very long time.  Her "friend", Rosalie, has been hacking into her mothers online role playing game (Andromeda is aware of this).  Suddenly, she is getting text messages from  st. Steve.  Hmmmmm…

Now, I may be wrong, but the first thing that I thought when she got the first text was Rosalie was doing it.  I have no proof, but I have an idea.  St. Steve is not acting (texting wise) how he used to before, and even Andromeda is noticing that.  He didn't remember the things that they used to text to each other, and he text much more often then he used to (he used to text about once  day, now much more then that.). On top of that, He wont even send a photo of himself to her after she asked.  But she still thinks it is him. She doesn't have the faintest idea that there is a possibility its not .

 It's possible that it is good, her being so sure that it is him.  she is only getting joy out of it, and nothing bad is happening, yet.  But if she finds out that it isn't him, which I am not sure of, that would break her heart and end her friendship with Rosalie once and for all.  Hope and love are making Andromeda blind to things that would make most suspicious.  Rosalie knows that Andromeda really loves st. Steve, so it would be horrible for her to do this to Andromeda.  If it is Rosalie like I think, I would cal her a sadist, no doubt about it.  who would do that to some one they consider a friend?

There are lots of people in this world who are blinded by love.  Hope fogs there eyes until all they can see is is false kindness.  if a friend tries to tell them to not trust that person, they just ignore them.  But when they do find out, their heart breaks.   I truly hope that this doesn't happen to Andromeda.  If I could go into the book right now, I would tell her to be cautious and less trust worthy of people she knows are not always great people.  Before her heart is stabbed like in the three of swords on the cover of the book.

when do you not care anymore?

Anorexic. Man-dromeda. Freak (or weak or geek,or something along those lines).  All common names for andromeda.  But she doesn't care anymore.

I am reading Andromeda Klein, by Frank Portman.  This book is about a teenage occultist named (of course) Andromeda Klein.  Her only friend, Daisy, is dead and andromeda has no real friends.  She is insulted and called names twenty-four seven.  But she seems to handle this very calmly.  It is possible that after years of disrespect. As if she has become immune to it. 

But my question is, how long before you become immune? How many years must pass before you are okay with people calling you names?  Is it possible that this just becomes something that you expect to happen?  It reminds me of that comercial, I think it's for "Orbitz ®", with the man who knows what to expect and whats going to happen a few seconds before it does, so he isn't really affected by what happens.  Andromeda knows that someone is going to insult her, so she isn't really affected either. 

But something that I realize about both andromeda and the man in the commercial is that even though they both have the ability to stop it, knowing that it is going to happen,  but they don't prevent it.  In the Commercial, the man knows that the little girl on the bike is going to go through a puddle and splash him with water, but he doesn't step back before she goes through the water.  Andromeda could change her appearance before someone calls her anorexic, but she still remains skinny.  Of course Andromeda's case is a bit more serious and would take more time and effort to resolve, but  she can still prevent it.

All in all, Andromeda seems immune to the insults of others.  From this I infered that she expects these things to happen.  Like the man in the orbitz commercial, she is able to prevent these bad things from happening to her, but she does not.  but really, how long does it take for the heart to form a shell that doesn't let in insults?



By the way, if I find the commercial on youtube, i'll try to atach it. :)