I’m sure many people already know this, but Bryan Veloso is a God. Seriously.
He is absolutly the most kindhearted person I’ve ever met on the internet, and he’s so quick to give back to everyone else. Case in point: Nyxsis-Ro. He loves playing Ragnarok, and decided to offer a free game server to whoever else wanted to play.
But, Nyxsis is old news.
Today, Veloso is a God because he saved my server. My previous host just upped and died on me with no prior warning, and I was flipping out in IRC because I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Bryan stepped up, and offered me free hosting for the time being, until I can amass enough money, and do enough research, to find a host that I’ll be able to stick with in the long run. He’s answered my questions, and is always available when I need him.
And when I break things, he fixes them so fast I almost think he’s magic.
So, this is a huge thank-you to Bryan, because with out him, things wouldn’t be traveling along as swimmingly as they are now. One less stress during finals week is a great present in deed.
I’m sure many people already know this, but Bryan Veloso is a God. Seriously.
He is absolutly the most kindhearted person I’ve ever met on the internet, and he’s so quick to give back to everyone else. Case in point: Nyxsis-Ro. He loves playing Ragnarok, and decided to offer a free game server to whoever else wanted to play.
But, Nyxsis is old news.
Today, Veloso is a God because he saved my server. My previous host just upped and died on me with no prior warning, and I was flipping out in IRC because I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Bryan stepped up, and offered me free hosting for the time being, until I can amass enough money, and do enough research, to find a host that I’ll be able to stick with in the long run. He’s answered my questions, and is always available when I need him.
And when I break things, he fixes them so fast I almost think he’s magic.
So, this is a huge thank-you to Bryan, because with out him, things wouldn’t be traveling along as swimmingly as they are now. One less stress during finals week is a great present in deed.
Notice: This is a paid review for The Scholarship Blog.
Sometimes, I wonder why I don’t run across things that seem like they should be right in my path.
So, I’m going to Chico State next year (which I just happen to like talking about with whoever will listen) and I’m very paranoid about how I’m going to pay for it. I’ve got notices coming into my inbox everyday from FastWeb regarding new scholarships, and when I get a bit of time, I surf random scholarship stuff.
This is where The Scholarship Blog comes in. After checking out, I have to say that it’s definitely getting added to the feed reader. It’s a blog about scholarships, obviously, but it’s so much more than that.
Every post is well written, which puts the reader in mind more of a journalistic site than an ordinary blog. There are no quickly jotted posts here. Everything is well thought out and well explained, so that the average person can easily understand what is being discussed. They also cover more than just a list of scholarships up for grabs.
Topics range from admissions to student loans, to related breaking news in the college world. For example, one of their latest posts is about a grade-fixing scheme at LaGuardia Community College in New York.
To top it off, there are sections of the site devoted to grants, loans, scholarships, and standardized tests. Each section contains valuable resources for each topic important to prospective and current college students alike.
Overall, if you’re on the lookout for scholarships, or financial related information for college, The Scholarship Blog should be on your short list of must-visit sites. All the news you need condensed in one easy-to navigate site.
I’m in the library, writing a long post about a poem analysis–which in all luck will be making an appearance in a day or two–and there is one random thought that keeps pumping through my head, disrupting the flow of words.
Dang it, I’m freezing.
Of course, I’m not literally freezing, but it feels like I am. There seems to be some rule that the campus can’t turn on any heaters when students are present. It’s cold in all my classes. I have to layer up, and I nearly never take my heavy coat off if I can help it.
In the english classrooms, it’s colder inside than it is in the hallways. In fact, depending on where one is stitting, it’s possible to feel the airconditioner still blowing on you. Good thing the air vent isn’t right above my desk.
Sitting on the third floor of the library, near the windows so that I can have a poweroutlet for my laptop, I can look down on all the students walking between classes. And I don’t understand who so many of them can be without coats. I get cold just looking at someone with bare arms. It seems so unfair to me, as they seem to be oblivious to the cold.
The only good thing going today is that it’s not overcast, and it’s not windy, so hopefully I won’t freeze when I venture out for lunch with my friend in an hour or so.
But tonight, when I walk home from the bus stop? I’m sure it will be both, which will chill me to the bone until I crawl into bed. I hate being cold.
Odd then, that winter is my favorite season.
-”Reason to Believe,” Dusk and Summer: Dashboard Confessional
I’ve got things brewing in my head, things that need to be written about, things that should be discussed, things that need to be shown.
I’m looking forward to geting my Christmas present from Dustin in a few days–he’s been kind enough to get me a new digital camera, so when that comes I’m sure there will be an influx of new flickr photos to share with everyone.
And until I some how pull all my stray thoughts together, I’ll be doing what I do best. Procrastinating, and playing “Sponge Bob Square Pants the Movie: the Video Game” on the PS2 that Dustin only thinks I’m borrowing from him. And why do I suck so bad at this game?
Just so everyone knows, I did not win NaNoWriMo this year. In fact, I gave up after about 12,000 words. I still plan on writing the story, but I should know by now that November is never going to be a good month for me. At least ME didn’t win either.
Yesterday, ME and I are walking through campus, when she turns to me. “There’s something missing.â€
I look around, and see it too. The campus seems emptier. Less airy. “Trees. They cut down the trees.â€
Between the Library and the Business Building there are raised brick planters, perhaps three and a half feet tall. There were trees in them last week before break, but now they’ve been cut down to the planter, nearly covered with ground plants to the point that it’s hard to see the stumps unless you’re looking for them.
I take a deep breath. “Doesn’t it feel like there is less oxygen to you?â€
She laughs. It’s a odd thought—that someone could feel the thinning of the air as trees slowly start to disappear from around them.
But the cut-down of the trees cuts me. It’s like a senseless murder that makes the world a victim, but no one steps forward and acknowledges it.
I miss those trees already.
After all, they were the only things masking the scent of the chlorine-corn chip smell between the buildings. Perhaps my newly-stuffed up nose isn’t such a bad acquisition after all.
I don’t know why I thought being accepted into Chico early was going to make things less stressful for me. If anything, it’s doubled it.
Ever since I’ve been accepted, I now have an even larger weight hanging over my head. I have to pass Math 120 because I have to take Math 300 to transfer, and I don’t have time to repeat anything. This makes every test we take twice as stressful as it needs to be. I’m so paranoid that I somehow read the midterm grade sheet wrong, and I followed the wrong line across the page. Even though it said “Aâ€, I can’t be sure that that is really and truly true.
It also doesn’t help that ME has gotten her welcome packet already, and all I’ve gotten is a postcard that said “thank you for your application.†And I’ve read through her packet entirely—there is no reason I shouldn’t have gotten mine, as it has a page saying “You must verify that you’ve completed the following classes to transfer.†Granted, she’s finished with all her GE credits, but I’m nearly there. I only need to finish up my Math to transfer, and two other classes to transfer as a junior.
Also, the paranoia is setting in about, well, nearly everything. We have to find a place to live, since campus housing seems to not be an option—dorm rooms were not built for English majors, there is no place to store books—and upperclassmen are not a priority for the college to find on-campus housing for. Which means we have to find an apartment while living two hours away; neither of us has ever had to find an apartment before.
And the financial aid situation… I’m not even going to touch that until the beginning of next year. All I know is that I can’t work while up in Chico, because I’ll be doing two programs at the same time, one which necessitates an internship. I won’t even have time to work it, even if I found one. So I have to make sure I get enough in loans and aid to pay for everything. Good think I’ve learned how to live on an impossible budget this year.
So the stress is mounting, and it’s all over stuff I didn’t have to think about before I got accepted. But with my leaving for Chico in just nine months (oh God, I didn’t realize it was that close), I’m going to have to get moving on this stuff, before it starts to eat me alive.
-”More That Useless,” MmHmm: Relient K
So, this is what it feels like to not have anything on my desk.
Just in time for Thanksgiving, or perhaps in spite of it, I have managed to finish off all projects due with no time to spare. My English paper, my nutrition project, and the odd assortment of tests have consumed me for the last two weeks, and this is the first time I’ve been able to breathe. For the first time this semester, I can finally say it: it’s all downhill from here.
Today, though is a much more special day than just the day that I’ve finally caught up on all my work.
No, it’s ME’s birthday, and she’s finally reached the age where everyone hates you (oblique Blink-182 reference). Finally, I have a friend I can shop for at the bookstore, and I have managed to get her a present that I know she’ll love, even if she’s read the book before.
She’s an evil person, to be sure. Pushing books on me like a crack dealer, saying she’s concerned that I shouldn’t borrow so many books because I’ve got stuff that has to get done, but oh, here, you absolutely need to read this one too. And somehow I’ve got another ten books that I didn’t start out with that morning.
I can excuse the evilness, though, since she can mock along with the best of them—me, I mean. We’re a force in class, even more so if we’ve both done the reading, and it’s hard for others to get a word in between us. And the snide comments we make to each other doesn’t endear us to our classmates, either.
So, Happy Birthday, ME. May you have many long years of being a snide, obnoxious English major ahead of you. Don’t ever change.
-”What’s My Age Again,” Enema of the State: Blink-192
I’m sure you’ve notice the semi-stock K2 making an apperance, but since it’s far past October, I thought it was time to try to get back to the old theme. However, I thought I might as well update to the latest K2 codebase, so I’m doing a live redesign. Mostly because I’m lazy
Sorry for the mess.
