My Obscurities

Just curious.  Google Image both and check for yourself.  I’m sure you’ll find I am correct.

I am happy to report that yesterday’s misfortune has been resolved.  Thank God.  I’m finally at peace with Fin Aid.  All is well. 

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You know, I like You Tube.  It’s a forum for all manner of ridiculous, important, trivial, and fascinating examples of the human condition.  Mostly, though, it’s just neat.  I like that I can type Socks into the search box and Mozilla will then suggest that I also search for Socks in Mouth, Socks in Face, and Socks Song.  Just to name a few.  Most importantly, though, I find it fascinating that there are myriad videos devoted to that topic.  I mean, come on.  Socks?  That’s crazy.  Nobody thinks about socks.  Not really.  I mean, I care about the insulation between my shoes and feet but only because it’s cold outside.  I don’t spend my days pondering on the greatness of the sock.  It’s just fabric.  

But, you know, I probably should not make such a hasty generalization.  Obviously certain people care.  They are concerned enough to create the Sock Song.  I salute you, young minstrels.  You make my random searching all the more merrier.

This has absolutely no depth.  How awesome.  I know some of you feel me, though, on the stupid searches.  Admit it, if not to me than quietly to yourselves.  You find yourself bored (only occasionally, of course) and type mundane crap into your search boxes.  Google, Yahoo, Ask Jeeves (is that still operational?), what have you.  It’s funny.  I’ve come to realize that I’m easily amused, like a cat, if you will, and I refuse to believe that I am alone in my randomness.    

I think I’ll start a support group.  Hi, my name is Kelly and I have nothing better to do.   As is evident by this entry.

Currently Spinning: The Young Dubliners - The Foggy Dew.  I can’t help it.  I’m a creature of habit.  God Bless!

Today simply was.  It was a bit drawn out (a bittersweet extension of the hours on the clock) and way too redundant.  It seems like every time I have to wade through the miasma of Financial Aid I get heartburn and a general distaste for the future of society.  Simply put, bureaucracy is the hammer of Thor upon the face of happy.  It is what is but I would hope that it would be a little more organized.

The incredibly repetitive series of phone calls made today are a case in point.  I had entrusted the confirmation of a much needed school loan to those in charge of Fin Aid at my college.  They assured me that they had approved my loan and billed the company.  I have since found out that Chase Bank has not received any verification from ETSU.  It’s been over a week since the billing was supposed to have taken place.  Needless to say, I called Fin Aid, then Chase, then Fin Aid, and finally Chase in an effort to acquire that which has been deemed rightfully mine.  

I was assured by Fin Aid that it had been taken care of only to find out that my paperwork was still lost in the ether of overnight mail or electronic information.  The method they used to contact Chase changes with each phone call.  The only consistency is that my bank has yet to receive my certification.  Alas, the final phone call left me with an ounce of hope.  Chase has sent the foul Loan Officer Lady an email asking her politely to get off her backside and get it together.

The piece de resistance to this entire debacle is that I was forced to speak with a Pseudo-Surfer (this is a land locked area.  Maybe he’s from the coast?) about a loan that he neither verified nor inquired about.  I eventually had to ask him if he even knew my name since he kept getting the information wrong.  For example, he told me that it had been billed to Citibank.  Not.  My.  Bank.  He finally seemed to grasp the severity of the situation when I quipped that I would be better served if allowed to speak with Loan Officer Lady instead of him.  Cutting out the middle man, if you will.  

I was placed on hold for quite some time and then reassured that my problem was being corrected as we spoke.  It still has not been.  

So.  As I sit typing right now, I am praying that this charade of bureaucratic helpfullness will end and the veil lifted between my loan and the bank who would like to give it to me.  They REALLY want to give it to me.  I mean, I’m sure they want the interest it accrues to be nestled safely in their bank hands as soon as possible.  Helpful Chase Lady’s exact words were, “You are eligible and there is no reason why you can’t have the money other than the lack of certification from ETSU.”

I noticed some indignation in her voice while we discussed the incredibly ridiculous amount of time it has been since I first applied.  I understand that Fin Aid was running a bit behind schedule but, if you say it is approved, if it shows up on my loan history information online, and you have told me that it has been billed…then what could possibly be the freaking hold up?

Annoying.  

Currently spinning: Spittin Venom by Modest Mouse.  I don’t feel they’ve sold out.  In fact, I think this is the best album to date.  Lyricially speaking, it’s fab.  God Bless. 

Technically, that is correct.  Quite possibly for everybody.  Times are tough but so is bad grammar.  Alas, this is why I have decided to parlay my opinion into monies.  I’m literally bleeding away the meager paycheck I receive weekly.  It is never enough to compensate the day to day drive to school, the purchase of meals or groceries, etc.  Thus explains my decision to blog for Today.com.  I’m hoping that I can complain my way into the good graces of the myriad kind folk that frequent this site.  Apparently, the more of you that read my tripe, the more monies I can make.  

This blog will probably never explain quadratic formulas or attempt to win the Nobel Peace Prize for acts of charity.  It will, however, put my opinions on display for all you vicarious voyeurs who wish to delve into my psyche.  It was Dante who penned the familiar adage “Abandon hope all ye who enter.”  Well.  Thankfully, that does not apply to this endeavor.  Truthfully, I marinate in hope.  Thank God.  I hope that the words I use will also inspire hope in those who view.  Despite everything, this world is beautiful because He made it so.  I tend to find humor in everything around me and I plan on, at the very least, trying to pass that on to whomever.

Also, I’ll display the latest tunes I be spinning.  You can [sic] that be.  It was intentional.  Anyway, this is just because music is fascinating and inherently hopeful.  Universal, you know.

I have no idea what will come of this but I really hope it’s something good.  I fully intend to be as off the cuff as possible.  There is no fun in being technical every second.  I’ll save the technicalities for my APA papers.  

Currently listening to:  The Young Dubliners - A Pair of Brown Eyes.  I’m going to risk outrage and proclaim them infinitely better than Flogging Molly.  Sorry, guys.  They rock you hard.  Until tomorrow.  God bless.