Wednesday, September 14, 2005

World domination, baby!



Once, I watched a friend play a game called Threads of Fate. The story line caught my eye, and with recent mentionings of RPGing, it makes me want to play it even more so then when I first saw it.

And yes, I still want to play Chrono Trigger, but that's another story. ;P

I remember when my mom first got the internet for our computer. (It was at the beginning of senior year of high school; I was 17 then) Soon after, me and my brother found a little message boards that had mentionings of anime (Haha, mostly pretty much only of DBZ, which was a series that I was hugely into at the time), and even to this day, I still go there, even though there are still only a few people, and many have come and gone.

But anyways. Where I was going with that was that in the earlier version of the boards, the creator had put in a special section for RPGing. When he first put it up, it was very active. I was one of the first few that posted, and I really got into it. Eventually, because the boards were small in the amount of regular posters, it dwindled and died. (Thinking back, it really didn’t take that long u.u ) I kept trying to revive it, but it's pretty hard to role play if you are the only one, so yeah. The whole section was eventually done away with, and in doing so, a small little part of my insides died. That part right there, actually. *points to a small part of her insides, dangerously near her heart*

Otakuboards, the RPG section, each RPG seems... huge. Maybe a bit unmanageable, because there's so many people? Until very recently, my internet connection has never been a secure guarantee, so it would have been pointless anyways, to try to join when you had no idea when the next time you'd be able to post would be, nor if it would be in a timely matter.


My brother had recently informed me about how he had called my uncle for no real reason; mostly just to inform the general populace over there that he's ok, in school, ect. My uncle told him to tell me to call him at his house.

I wonder what for? Maybe to anger some at me; ask me if I've began my harloting ways and sacrilegious manner of living; if I've gotten so bad as to have seen the devil in person, grimacing at my recent heathen accomplishments.

My brother things our uncle is worried about me. Frankly, the only thing I know for fact is that the congregation of butterflies that have taken up residence in my belly are doing some sort of intense hard core Irish jig.

Maybe if I up the rent for in there, they'll leave. XD


Ever since I’ve known my roommate, she is firmly convinced and has been telling me that our room is haunted. Alright, alright. She has been trying to convince me that our room is haunted, and I always half smile and nod my head, even though I think she thinks I don’t believe her.

The other day, I went to study in the library for about two hours. I come back to my room, and my roommate is flipping out. From what I was able to understand of her, about a minute after I had left, she went to the bathroom. The thing you need to understand about the bathroom is that in the building we are in, each two rooms (called suites for some reason) are connected by a bathroom. So that means that each bathroom has two doors, both which lead to the two different rooms that share the same bathroom. Each door has a deadbolt lock that can only be physically locked from outside the bathroom, from their respective rooms. There is no way at all to access the deadbolt lock from the inside of the bathroom. (To prevent the people from the other room to accidentally/on purpose walk into your room) From the inside of the bathroom, on each door there is a little button on the doorknobs, so if you use the bathroom or want to take a shower, no one from either room can walk in on you.

So yeah. Soon after I left, she goes into the bathroom. As she closes the door, she hears a funny noise, but thinks nothing of it. Whenever she was done, she tried to open the door…

… And found it was locked from the outside. Somehow, the bolt was locked from the other side.

She was locked in the bathroom for about two hours, until the girls from the other room came home. She banged on the door; they opened it and let her out from their room.

At this point in time, there is nothing in the world that could convince her our room isn’t haunted. Me, on the other hand, figure that the deadbolt is on the old side, and is a bit wiggly; she might have either slammed the door hard, or just shut it funny and/or while the lock was in a precarious position.

Needless to say, I tend to be careful, if I go to the bathroom and there isn’t anyone else around. <.<;;

(Later, I messed around with the lock, and I figured how it happened. She wasn’t very interested in seeing what I found, so oh well.)


Eh well. Just from other things, I know she is heavy on the superstitious side, which is rather amusing, except the only way I can think of to react to her stories and explanings without any hint of sarcasm or mirth is to half smile and nod my head.




I was talking on AIM, when out of the blue, my room mate says “Hey, let me straiten your hair! It’ll be fun; it’ll look cute!”

I told her it was going to take forever and a half to do it. She dismissed it with a wave, “Nah it won’t”, and started to get stuff ready.

2 ½ hours later, it was almost done. It was about an hour and a half back that she fully realized just how much hair I have and probably regretted ever thinking the thought; and I fully realized just how long my hair truly is.

You would never believe that it goes past my shoulders. Honest to goodness.

From what I could tell, my hair strait is long, thick, a bit on the wiry side, and… frizzy.

Ooooo yeah. Frizzy like witch hair.

She was almost done, when she decided it would be a good idea to try to do something with the frizzy part. I went and looked in the mirror, and did a double take.

I didn’t think I looked like me at all. Of course my face was the same, but I never fully realized how much your hair and the way/style it is can drastically in a dramatic way change how you look overall. I did look like someone familiar though, and with a start I realized I looked an awful lot like the middle sister, and it made me feel funny-sad. >.<

I put some anti-frizz cream in my hair, and like magic, it started curling up again.

The look on my room mate’s face, I felt so bad for her. She asked me repeatedly if I was going to cry. Hell, I thought she was going to cry.

At this point, my hair was deemed a hopeless cause. She took a shower, went to bed, and that was that.

I went and put all this conditioner stuff in it, and it went corkscrew curly like nothing happened. Stubborn stubborn.

Before I did that though, I took a picture. Or two.

Mhm. Can’t take anything off my camera, until I can save up enough to get a computer monitor.

Ah well.



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