I've finally changed my blogger settings to my google account. But that's not the main point. The main point is...

I've finally made a template of my own.

...

Sort of, at least. I didn't do it on my own, at least. If you scroll down, under the credits section, you can still see the person whose skin I ripped and violently disfigured. I feel inclined to thank her, cause, you know, I'm html illiterate and would NEVER have been able to write a template out of nothing. The technical parts just elude me as though I'm going to totally screw them. Not that I won't, on second thoughts.

Screw them up, I mean.

I'm still hoping to find a nicer castle on the background, cause DEATH's domain was supposed to be pitch black, set against a black sky. I need to find a colour combination that would show up against those two different colours, especially so as to bring out the gold of the corn.

Okay, enough of geekiness. Let's talk about something else.

08A01B: I tell you, being in a class with Juicy Cat Sweat's Love (qing) is like having your personal jukebox, complete with harmony. When they open their mouths, you seriously don't want to listen to anything else. I swear, I crush the four.

If a guy ever sings to me in one of their voices, I'll like jump on him and snog him senseless. ... Though actually, if a GUY sang in one of their voices, I'll be mightily disturbed and question whether he has full possession of his balls.

Okay this is going into a rather disturbing pathway that I'll rather not consider. Better get off now.