Archive from June, 2009
Jun 6, 2009 - Proes, Random    No Comments

My life as a Pterippi

I cannot fly. I must stress this point, because many people seem to believe we Pterippi can simply flap our wings and be off, like an eagle. This is not the case, you see; unlike the eagle, my bones are not hollow. I would not want hollow bones, they are so fragile, I would not be able to run! Oh, how I love to run, and jump! That’s when I use my wings, to jump! a little higher, a little further.

There are many practical uses for my wings, they are warm, I use them to cover myself in the rain, or snow. Of course they are also very useful when fending of those pesky flys!

As I mentioned before, I cannot stand still and beat my wings until my hooves are free from the earth, but I can run! One of my favorite tricks is to find a tall cliff, with a steep drop. I charge the precipice, feeling the full force of the wind on my maine, and just as I reach the edge I leap with all the might of my legs. For a single moment, my body hangs in the air, defying the will of the gods, for a moment I am completely relaxed, there is no muscle in my body that is necessary.

In this moment I am at peace, then I fall. I fall to the earth below me, the rush of the air around me drowns out all my senses as I drive to the earth, the rocks below threaten with all of their malice. Just before their threats can be effective, I throw my rear hooves toward them, raise my neck to the sky and spread my wings to their full span, and settle myself gracefully to the ground bellow.

Jun 3, 2009 - Random    No Comments

NGCSU, New Veterans center…

It’s 1:39, I skipped lunch to make it on time to my 1PM appointment with the VA Rep at NGCSU. Apperantly she is in an interview with reporters, who are curious about the newly created “Veterens Center” at the school.


Im going to eat. I tell the receptionist I will return in 30min, and head down to El Jimador, a small/and good, Mexican Restaurant a short walk away. Sat down, and quickly ordered ‘Enchiladas Rancheros’ from the Veggie side of the menu. There was a mixup somewhere, and I recieved a massive plate of shreded chicken flesh thinly wrapped in a tortia…
This is obviously not my day.
The waitress quickly corrected the order, in no time I had a couple tortias in front of me, that had a very modest amount of cheese inside each and were covered with a bit more cheese and a tomoato sause, I was not very happy.
The waitress was amiable, and took the time to engage in a brief conversation with me in Spanish, or at least my best attempt at Spanish.

I grabbed a cup of coffee to go, and headed back to the finacial aid office. Kayla had finished her interview and was finally able to see me. I’ll admit I was still a little perturbed, but able to politely dismiss the grievance. And on to business…

Kayla Cox, the admistrator of veterans affairs at NGCSU knew her stuff! Not only did she know what she was doing, but did most of the work for me. I applied for the Chapter 33 GIBill online in her office. And the rest, was taken care of by her. I was more than pleased, and it was worth the wait! (and crappy food)

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