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My mind is nomadic. Nomadic in the sense that I cannot focus on one thing during my free time for any significant duration. This = incredible frustration. For instance, I’ve been writing this post on and off for two weeks, but I could never seem to finish it, instead falling into either the social networking trap or just wandering off through some hyperlinked portal into other majestic portions of the double-you-double-you-double-you. This is playing havoc to my revision, so thank the appropriate deity that I can hide in the school library once half-term ends, even though I’m on study leave, and bury my head into my textbooks (though knowing me I’ll get distracted by the wonderfully mundane books they have there).

Anyway, ceasing that fire, there is one thing I managed to get done, and that is my portfolio. The horrible thing is that by the time I finished, I hated the design (gremlins were beating on my head), but I will peservere until an appropriate time arises for me to make changes. I was inspired by one site in particular, but I just simply cannot find itFirefox decided to break contract with my bookmarks last. I have a backup from 3 months ago, which is ‘hokay’ I suppose, but the fact I can’t add any new ones doesn’t help now, so unfortnately it can’t get the recognition it deserves. Anyway, initially I was going to have a showreel in the top section, with Lightbox running on the images below, but since these use different libraries I search for variations with both being in the same library. I kept with the mooTools-based showreel, and then found a nifty mooTools Lightbox equivalent: SlimBox. In the end, I decided that perhaps the showreel was a bit much, so I scrapped it all together, though only after trying to get it to appear in a modal box to no avail, and voila: I had a portfolio. It’s not entirely finished yet, I still need to test it all browsers and add a few more projects, but it looks good so far.

One last personal thing: at my school, we technically break up around last week, only having to come in for our exams, so there is always havoc on the last day, and this year was no different: a huge water fight. I was the heavy artillery (read: water bombs!), and each person in the year was unceremoniously pushed into a paddling pool, surrounded by Spaghetti Western showdown music and we ran riot. I have to say that there is not one person I won’t miss from the school, and I have no regrets from my great time spent there. But for the next year at least (before Uni), I’m in the real world! Woohoo!