And another weekend fades into the past.

I hate that SUnday afternoon feeling. The horrible nagging feeling that the weekend is over and that there is yet another long and mono tonous week stretched out ahead of us. Sunday afternoon is the furthest from the next weekend that you can possibly be.

It feels like there is a change in the air on Sunday afternoons. I've noticed it ever since I was about 12 andI was in boarding school. My School was in an inner city suburb, my parents lived on the outskirts of sydney, and every other weekend I would go home for the weekend. I would look forward to it all week. A two day respite from the hell of boarding school.

Every Sunday evening my parents would drive me back into the city, and there would always be this particular show on the radio. There was an american guy doing the top 40 countdown. Even years later when I hear his voice I feel that Sunday afternoon dread in my stomache.

I would sit in the back of the car begging time to slow down and swallow me up whole. I wonder if my parents knew the toturous hell that boarding school was, would they have still forced me to go?

I only lasted around 7 months. I was expelled towards the end of the third term!.

And another weekend fades into the past.

I hate that SUnday afternoon feeling. The horrible nagging feeling that the weekend is over and that there is yet another long and mono tonous week stretched out ahead of us. Sunday afternoon is the furthest from the next weekend that you can possibly be.

It feels like there is a change in the air on Sunday afternoons. I've noticed it ever since I was about 12 andI was in boarding school. My School was in an inner city suburb, my parents lived on the outskirts of sydney, and every other weekend I would go home for the weekend. I would look forward to it all week. A two day respite from the hell of boarding school.

Every Sunday evening my parents would drive me back into the city, and there would always be this particular show on the radio. There was an american guy doing the top 40 countdown. Even years later when I hear his voice I feel that Sunday afternoon dread in my stomache.

I would sit in the back of the car begging time to slow down and swallow me up whole. I wonder if my parents knew the toturous hell that boarding school was, would they have still forced me to go?

I only lasted around 7 months. I was expelled towards the end of the third term!.

Colorful Creations

Ok so work on my site has finally begun with gusto - In as much as I have begun working on the template for the site. I doubt it will be my final layout as It's pretty boring .

I'm planning on spending a few hours tomorrow in front of my computer creating a brilliant header image and some logo's etc for branding the site. I think I'd like a big image on the first page and maybe smaller images on inner pages... or do I want to have just one index page with changing content through php?

Ive been picking up a few good css tricks over at mandarin design, I love the polaroid photo layout, as well as the way to pull quotes out of the text like in a amagazine. All using css!

Truly marvelous.

Also Ive chosen the color scheme, I had a bit of help from this great new tool ive found @ Wellstyled.com . Ive taken a range of the pink colors from default group through to light pastel. Then with this group of colors Ive used them in text and as the background for 100px squares on my test page so that I can easily see how each color looks against my black background - It sure does make chosing colors easier.

I'm still stalling at deciding oin what direction to take this site. Obviously I want it to be digital related - I definately want to put up some of my psp brushes, blends, and of course other resources and some tutorials. I love building websites, SO I'd like to share stuff with people. I guess I could do tutorials for everything from creating a custom brush through to adding links and images to a website. A website to help creative minds create their own creative websites.

I Am so looking forward to the weekend.

Less interesting than paint drying

Sometimes boredom is a relief. To be bored means that I have no pressing problems or disatsres to deal with.

I am looking forward to spending 2 days laying back and relaxing. Fait enough I have some (or rather shit loads) of housework to catch up on, but the world certainly wont stop turning If I dont get the dishes washed and the floors mopped.

The one downside of having life under control and feeling a little bored, is the obvious fact that nothing is happenning that is worth writing about.

Actually its all lie, I'm not bored, I'm freaking out, I'm starting to crumble under the pressure of it all. But theres so many things that are felling apart I dont know where to start , or how to put them down on paper. (or on cyberspace as this case may be!) My issues would bore you to death anyways.