Continuing Application Failure

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It's just one thing after another with college applications.

First the printer wouldn't print. Then we needed to pay. Then we needed to fill out and submit a supplement. Yesterday, I find out that my guidance counselor can't access the recommendation forms. Today, I forgot to fill in that I was a member of the National Honor Society on my PSU application.

It's all too much sometimes. I just want it to be done with. With achievement comes the task of remembering what you've done to get there.


I was also told today that I usually don't appreciate how on top of things I am. I was yelled at not a half hour later for not doing a few essays yet. That's why I don't appreciate it, Mom. Thanks. Whenever I do complete something, I'm always starting or in the middle of something else.

This is a terrible process, and costly too. I want out of it. Just get it done. Get me in.

Now.

The Fight Continues

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Tomorrow, I'll be heading to PSU to apply for their meteorology program.

More later. This rain gets me jittery. I'm not supposed to be up this late, ever.

See my other blog, Dropped Packets, for a neat bit of Mac software for Windows.

It's Really Loud in Here...

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I'm wiriting an essay for Media Lit at the moment.

Not that there was much to say anyway, except that I'm conscientous of my sound pollution at night, especially with my loud keyboard and sick motherboard fan.

I just want a quiet evening alone with the games.

Is that so much to ask?



Funny, if you can stand dropping your IQ about ten points.

HERE COMES THE WIND.

Congratulations, You're Average!

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I received a 5/9 on a timed writing in AP Lit today. Not a great score, but acceptable, as far as an AP test goes. The average is 5/9, or 4.98. I can't remember the exact statistics.

Really though, I don't think a 5 is average in the least. More like 6. Or 7.

It really annoyed me. I was doing so well, but not I've got this fluke of a paper. Too bad.

In other news, I've sent in applications to Villanova University, Boston College, and Ithaca College just tonight. This is very exciting, as I'm halfway done with college applications, but only 1/4 of the way done with the college application experience. The other quarter is the other half of the applications, and then scholarships. Fun, fun, fun.

I'd also like to take the time and state that I'm still considering a move to WordPress, but for now, I'm advertising. One post on the "Next Blog" button per night. We'll see how it does for a week.



I honestly can't watch music videos. "Clocks" by Coldplay is an awesome song. What a great piano riff. Everyone's using it in ads though, as Coldplay won't liscence their music to companies for usage. 1/7 of their profits go to charities, or some similar ratio. I love Coldplay, manly as that isn't.

On Educations, Wasted and Bragged Upon

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I went to an academic excellence ceremony this evening, commemorating my wonderful grades last year. Alternatively: Let's worship the Seniors with 4-oh GPAs. That's all it is. They're having wads of cash and awards thrust into their hands by trying that extra little bit harder. What do we get? Pity applause, a cheer for the cool kids, (I happened to get a few, much to my surprise), and small-as-in-really-microscopic pins to put on our graduation gowns.

But what's there to gain? Another building block to get smarter? When will you need Calculus IV? AP European History? Furthermore, where did the fun go?

I also do not understand why most of them are staying in-state for college. I could get a full ride on a 3.55 -- why aren't they doing something with their grades? There's one person I know who's going out of state with it, and she's going to Brown, or something related.

I just don't get it. It saddens me to think that great minds are being squandered in the redneck good-ole-boys-who-also-happened-to-graduate-here-in-nineteen-fifty-five parts of America.

I cannot wait until I go to college. I'd like to get away from where I am. I'd like to see the world. I'd like to live a full life, unhindered by seeing those same uppity I-have-a-4-oh-and-you-don't-you-under-achieveing-snot students over and over again.

Furthermore, where's the love for the 3.5s? It's a pity party. We're great kids, but under appreciated nine times out of ten. We're like the 7.5 out of 10 games that people love for ten minutes and move onto Halo 4.

Games that you grew up on or have come to love, along with the four or five online forum buddies you have. Games like...Descent.




Open Source cannot be beat.

Oh, the Continued Humanity!

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Recently, I've been poking around 4chan, an imageboard that has been deemed by some to be a veritable "cesspool" of the internet. Naturally, I wanted to see what all of the fuss was about.

It's interesting, really. It's like the internet, which is fast anyway, moving at around four times as fast. A whole lot of memes have generated here.

They also post some sweet desktops.

But I'm made to wonder, why? Why do what they do?

They make some sweet desktops though.



Maybe I'll check DeviantArt next. Heard they're good for desktops.

Non-Player Compassion

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I've been reading To Kill a Mockingbird for AP Lit this weekend, and it's a fine book, but I've read it before. The name stems from Atticus, the fatherly figure in the story, who gives the children air rifles to play with but tells them to "shoot all the bluejays you want, but remember that it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."

Mockingbirds make beautiful music, as the novel later explains.

And how does this relate?

NPC's. The objects players love to hate. Be it major characters, backup squadrons, or teammates for entire storylines, these characters make up the bulk of a player's friendly experience, unless they play team deathmatch, trying to get as good as Fatal1ty.

Why hate them? They do no harm to you, unless you're dumb enough to get caught in a crossfire. People kill them for fun, people kill them for supplies, people kill them just to see what happens. But really, why do it? I try to preserve my NPC's. You never know when you might need one.

Here's a little theory, we'll call it the Sandbox Theory (I have an editorial that I'm going to start at somepoint entitled The Sandbox Effect, which may include this or something like it).

People kill NPC's because they can. The freedom, the joy, the experience, the...anything. People kill NPC's simply because they can.

My, my, isn't that something.


I'm also considering a move to WordPress, or at least an import/export job that I'll try to update simultaneously. The internet makes everything a moot point. I'll still be here, just at another IP address.