Google Sites, You are Annoying

Anyone here have a Google Site? Yes? Well, then you've probably already figured this out, so feel free to ignore me.
Anyone here planning to get a Google Site? Well, then you might want to listen up.

This blog has a direct feed on the Freshman Experience site that I'm helping to create as part of my Freshman Seminar Pt. II class (IDS 109). It's a Google Site. And I love that it's really easy to create pages and edit them, but some things are just a tiny bit annoying.

1. It'll only let you change the formatting on one line of text at a time.
2. Most of the time, if you want to save your changes, the best thing to do is copy-paste everything you just typed and futzed with and got perfect into a Word document, refresh the page, copy-paste everything in the Word document back into the editing box, and then save.
3. Once you've attached some form of document (kinda like attaching it to an e-mail) there is NO WAY to take it off or delete it.

All right, I will admit that 1 and 2 probably have something to do with the computer I'm using to edit the site, which is a Dell and a school computer and probably not very good. But even on my own very shiny, reasonably fast laptop, I still have these problems. And 3 is easily fixed by telling everyone who has access to your site not to attach things.

And I am well aware that nobody really cares about this, but I'm bored and need two more blog posts before next week. : [

We Don't Live in the Dark Ages Anymore!

And boy, aren't you glad! The Dark Ages were full of religious fanaticism, wars, diseases, and, most of all, bad hygiene. Nowadays we have tolerance, security, good health, and cleanliness!

... Well, at least, most places do, but Peabody Hall is not one of them. The bathrooms are nasty. The elevators smell funny. The carpets have strange stains that no-one wants to know about. There's been a burrito at the bottom of the south stairway since Sunday (March 1st). And there are more of those mysterious stains on the walls.

Let me tell you a story about the stains on the first floor. At the beginning of last semester, there was a severely depressed girl living on the first floor. One day, she cut herself in an attempt to commit suicide. Someone noticed and called the police, who dragged her out of there. She fought them, and got some blood on the walls and the door to the north stairway. The bloodstains are still there today.

Do you think I'm exaggerating? I am not. I wish I was, but I am not. I had a friend come up last weekend, and I was able to illustrate the story I just told you by showing them to her. There is one directly across from the door to the bathroom, one halfway down the hall to the south stairway, and some on the door to the north stairway. If my camera had not broken, I would go and take pictures of these to show you all that I speak the truth.

If you guessed that I'm not living in the dorms next semester, you'd be right.