Revamped and Returning

THEY THOUGHT I WAS GONE?

Nope, I'm back. After a one-day hiatus, I have returned to the Internet.

I finished school on Friday (or yesterday, if it's Saturday 26th May 2012 when you're reading this), and today (again, Saturday 26th May 2012), I did something I thought I'd never do: I got a haircut.

Yep. Gone are the days of the "Ponytailed Tales of the Post-Apocolyptic Gamer", and gone are the days of being mistaken for a girl by old people.

The Doppler Reflect is back on track, and so am I!

Future Farewells

After a long, boring and yet rather tense break from blogging, I've returned. Not for long, though: I've got another two weeks of exams to do until I have some actual free-time.

I'm leaving school in just over a week. That's both a good and bad thing. Why? Well:

REASONS WHY IT'S GOOD THAT I'M LEAVING:

Free time;
No homework;
No boring teachers;
No homework;
No stupid people teasing me about my hair and/or feelings;
No homework;
No ridiculous filtering systems that restrict me to about 1% of the Internet;
No real pressure from teachers (yeah, there are still exams coming up, but with the current timetable, it's a lot more spaced out than they were in January).

REASONS WHY IT'S BAD THAT I'M LEAVING:

I may not see the people I know at school ever again.

Yep.

I've met a lot of people during my five years of secondary education. Whilst I may not have become really close friends with all of them (Spyke and Moss are my two best friends), I've been able to at least talk to them. Most of them.

My friends are important to me. People I joke with, people I talk to seriously, people I argue with, they're all special in some way. I don't want to leave because I know that I may not see them again, and I don't want that at all.

Life goes on, I guess.

With social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter (the former of which I am currently joined to), it's a lot easier to catch up with my friends acivities. My two best friends and I normally contact each other through Skype and Steam Chat, and when talking to Spyke through Skype, we often have several-hour-long conversations about anything we want. I can leave "Likes" on people pictures and statuses. I can type up comments about how "the new avegners movei is so good and cool i loved it lol xd". I can even upload pictures and statuses myself, for all my friends and family to see.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this:

With this ever-changing world that we live in, we constantly meet new people during our every-day lives. We make new friends and meet old ones. Because of this, we humans naturally want to stay with these friends forever. Sometime, this isn't possible. Nevertheless, I know that my friends will always stay with me. It doesn't matter whether I am meeting them in a street, or I am thinking back to days that once were. In any case, they'll always be beside me.

- Elliot Thacker-Hopkins, 2012

A Notice

I was very recently described as "that weirdo who writes about [redacted] on his blog".

THAT'S NOT ALL THAT I DO.

I write because I want to, not because I want to talk about relationships. For the record, there've been only three posts about that kind of thing on here, so don't even try and mock me for that. Writing is something I should enjoy doing, not something that troubles me and keeps me up all night. Yeah, sure, writing about feelings isn't exactly something just anyone can read, but those posts were to get something off of my chest.

(I still don't feel better about the whole thing, though)

I'm sick and tired of being ridiculed for being a "hopeless romantic".

SHUT UP.

I'm sick and tired of people insulting my writing, and I'm sick and tired of people thinking it's okay to insult me on websites where I can see what is being said. It's not funny. It's not cool. It's just spiteful. If I want to find some way of expressing my feelings without actually saying them, that should be okay with me.

IT SHOULD ALSO BE OKAY WITH THE REST OF THE FREAKING INTERNET.

I write about myself. I write about projects. I write about various things that amuse me. So, for all of you people out there that still believe that I write about someone whom I like, GET OUT.

Enough with the ridiculing. It ends here. The Doppler Reflect is my blog, and I'm the one who writes one here. Get your own damn blog and slate me all you like, fine. Just don't insult me when you know I can see what's going on.

I don't even know why I bother half of the time.

A Change

Pretty self-explanatory.

You may have noticed that I've changed things up a bit. For instance, there's a nice little banner at the top, instead of just words that re-format depending on how far in/out the reader is zoomed. There's also a nice, plain background, instead of the seething tide of Mega Man sprites. I found it annoying after a while, so I switched it to something less eye-sore-y. The "Favicon" is still Mega Man, though, but I might change that soon. I've also changed some settings with links and text; certain texts become different colours when moused over, and there's also another colour for when a link has been visited. Overall, I think I needed to change it. It's not a massive overhaul, but then again, I don't need one. I just needed to make The Doppler Reflect slightly more appealing.

In case you were wondering, the "l" in "The Doppler Reflect" has been replaced with a crotchet (flipped horizontally, of course), representing my musical knowledge and talent. Not that I'm bragging, but I'm just saying.

East-uh...

Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday; it was Easter Sunday, after all.

As an atheist, I don't actually celebrate the ressurection of Christ, seeing as I don't believe that such a thing occurred (I have actually died before, though, so it's not impossible). Still, it's nice to see that so many people are joined together in such a time.

It would have been a nice, peaceful day.

Except that I discovered something about someone. Exfanders, you can stop right here if you don't wish to read about Big Life Stuff, especially with the first few posts back in March.

I will not specify whom the person is, and I won't specify about what actually happened, seeing as I'm not fully convinced that it did; I wasn't there when the event presumably transpired. After I discovered this, I honestly felt disgusted and ashamed with, well, myself. Not the person that the thing concerns as much, but with myself, for knowing them. Seeing as I'm not specifying anything to anyone that I don't trust, this blog post might seem a bit vague and pointless, but it's helped get this off of my chest. I'm deliberately not specifying anything to protect both myself and the person that this concerns, and even though some part of me wants to be incredibly spiteful and shout the news all over the Internet, my morals are telling me not to. I'm sticking to those morals.

Don't try and guess anything, because for once, I'm saying nothing.