Email

I just got a kind of weird email.
This:

Curious about someone you know? Do a complete background/criminal record check online at: (site)

Now, I just suspected this to be spam. Yet, upon looking further into it, turns out this email wasn't actually sent to me. It was sent to someone else.

Let's say my email's Raptor45. The email above was sent to Raptor789. Why on earth did I get it?

I don't know if this is just some mess up (this isn't a gmail or hotmail account either) or if something weird's going on.

Should I be worried?

I asked my roommate about it and she said it sounds like whoever the Raptor789 person is might be doing a background check on me.

Not like there's anything to find......I think. I don't recall doing anything illegal. My family has a wonderful criminal side, but I don't think they can find that on a background check on me.

Plus it's me. The only thing I'm illegal of being is the possibility that I may snap one day. And dare that happens I'll have the bloody time of my life attempting to murder/maim/destroy/whatever it is I do, and never be able to correctly function within society again. I'm crazy.

I'm just gonna hope it's nothing bad.

Maybe it's the government. The president was here the other day. Snippy snippy snipers posted atop the library, Mr. Government in our bathroom (which has many many signs that say "WOMEN'S BATHROOM! NO BOYS!" but obviously Mr. Government can break that rule), and the president in a room that they sold too many tickets for (to guarantee it was a full house! Yeah! It's the bloody president, no ship it's gonna be a full house.), maybe our weird comments got them intrigued. One did give me a very "I'm suspicious of you!" look when I was trying to open my rainbow umbrella. Sorry it was pouring poncho policeman. Guardsman. Whatever you were.

What sort of plan does the government have if ninjas ever show up and attack? Do they know what to do with ninjas?

We wanted to ask the government people that but they didn't wanna talk.

Maybe I have a secret criminal record that I don't know about? Maybe I killed a guy? I really doubt it, I might be strong but I'm no murderer. I'm too nice.

Maybe the link will lead to a site that puts in a name of someone I may or may not know and shows me the criminal record of them... or other secrets!

Maybe it's the key to immortality and ultimate power I've been looking for!
...

or maybe it's just a spam thing that wasn't but was sent to me whose link leads to a dangerous site full of viruses.

Viruses are scary. D:

On another note, I found out that the vegetable soup they have here has alphabet noodles and it literally made my day. I danced.

I danced.

This made me so happy~! Das good ya! I was in a German mood due to having the doctor as my teacher in a pointless class. She's German and teaches physics. I hate physics but she's awesome.

Alphabet vegetable soup available at a college...~ I'm so happy! :D

Alice:...Madness Returns?

For the last week most of my free time has been taken up by playing a game I've been meaning to play for quite some time; Alice:Madness Returns. 

Sequel to the popular American McGee's Alice, Madness Returns further explores Alice and her Wonderland. 

The game has 6 chapters in which Alice and yourself try to make sense of why Wonderland is being destroyed and restore poor Alice's memories while traveling through the 10 different worlds (I've included London here, though you can't do much other than run around). 

The Vale of Tears

As you travel throughout wonderland, you encounter various enemies that also hint to why the very disturbed Alice's Wonderland is in shambles.  Yet, it is not until the very end that everything becomes completely clear.  

While it only took me 6 days of casual playing to complete the entire thing, the game provides a completeness meter. 94% was my final outcome. Now, how can you beat the entire game, but still only be 94% complete? Simple - it's not required to find every memory and collectible to finish. 
I know for some gamers this is aggravating, knowing you've missed bits and pieces of the story and have to play all over again to find them. While for others, it gives them a sense of ease. Sure they didn't find it, but they didn't have to go searching through every and all walk-throughs just to finish a chapter.For the first group, I feel they won't be disappointed playing through again. The game even provides a checklist of how many things you've found in the chapter compared to how many there actually are. You can even go back and choose which chapter to start playing at again (say you've completed chapter 1 entirely and found everything in it, but missed several things in chapter 2. you don't have to play through chapter 1 again).

No matter, even if you can skip a chapter or two in order to find  everything, I, myself, would play through the entire game again just to see the amazing landscapes.

Dialogue was well thought out, and as expected of Alice, only makes sense if it wants to.

The controls can be a little glitchy (I've been told Alice is "floaty" in the way she walks), but you tend to get used to them as you play.

The soundtrack is subtle enough to not be bothersome but at the same time gives you the feeling that something is amiss. 



Symbolism is what Alice has always been about and Madness Returns delivers exactly that. Some of the worlds will have you cringing upon reflection of what everything meant, and worse....some of the worlds, even if you don't understand them, might scare you (the Dollhouse in particular is one that comes to mind).


All in all, Alice: Madness Returns is a game that can entertain and enlighten its players. 

Wall

The hallways are so boring. This community is so boring. Well, not boring per se just... blank.
So the last few days I've been decorating the outside of my door. Only put up four things so far, but it's my goal to eventually cover this wall.
(And since my phone is crap, it takes crap pictures that look fine when small... but then you can't see them.)

Outside of my door and all of it's pixely goodness~

So far all I've got up is Isaac from dead space saying "stomp stomp" taken and somewhat poorly redrawn from Helloween4545's avatar picture up top, TotalBiscuit's older WTF is... eyebrows who I'm fairly certain no one on this floor will get (let alone in this building) so they just sit there and judge you, DO NOT SET YOURSELF ON FIRE! (It kinda hurts!) off on the right there, and He is the _ _ _ _ _ _-_ _ _ _ _ _ _ pterodactyl. We can't exactly put swear within view of potential parental units (WTF is doesn't count yet~!) so I put blanks instead. Sorta like a hangman game.

The cupcake says my name, half of it silver sharpied out cause I dislike the last half of my name and it's pink. "-_- 

I hate pink.

Star says the same thing and then a silly learning community thing... yeah I might tear those down actually. There's no rule to say that they need to stay up...!

The only thing  that made me want to do this is to try and get a little better feeling of a community here. My roommate and I were hanging in a nearby hall and the community there was crazy. Not everybody liked each other (the guy we were hanging with was actually one of the most disliked guys on the floor but he played movies on his Xbox so...) and there were people going in and out of the room, watching the movie for a bit, coming in and playing guitar, borrowing and returning things, it was impressive. Not everybody liked each other, but there was more of a connection compared to the bare halls here.

Like at this time my roommate's in the lounge, alone. Literally void of life. She wanted to be able to blare music and do math (ugh math...) without bothering our next door neighbors (who, believe me, they're something...!). There's no one in there. The room of the guy we visited was practically a lounge. All the doors were open, people were being pleasant, it was insane. Leaves an empty feeling when we return to this "learning community" and realize out of the two of us we only have three other friends on this floor, counting our RA. And our RA's awesome. She's the nicest crazy girl I've ever met. She's been trying to get us to do community activities but no one wants to do them. This is less of a learning community and more of a "you stay out of my way and I won't get in yours." Seriously, yesterday I walked out of my room still wearing pajamas (yesterday was a do nothing day!) and I have moose pajama pants which I love and enjoy to dance in, and ran into two girls who happened to be walking the same way I did, around two corners and to a water fountain to refill my water bottle. I walked out, let the door shut expecting them to walk ahead of me instead of stop and stare at me, and since they did that I said Hey. What'd they do? Look me up and down and contort their face into disgust. I'm sorry I was wearing my grizzly bear sweater and moose pajama pants. I was cozy. We spent the entire day watching the last half of Harper's Island. I was thirsty. So upon not getting a response I started walking, them following behind me. I could see their reflection in the window ahead of me and man did they look dolled up for a Sunday night. I swear we have more girls who wear whore clothes on this floor than there are whores. There's looking nice and then there's being able to see your privates. They're called privates for a reason. Hence, private.

Anyway, they kept complaining about being bored and having nothing to do. That is such a lie, it's unbelievable. People choose to be bored, I know that, and I fixed it. I'm never bored due to that, I can always find something to do. There's always something to do.

So I was at the water fountain filling up my water bottle and they take their bloody time opening their door. When they get it open they're in and gone. It somewhat felt like a tension left the air.

This isn't abnormal though, it seems like my roommate and I always try to talk to the other girls but they just won't talk to us. We say hey and hello and how's it going and they either barely respond or respond with the least amount of words. I don't get why they just huddle in their rooms all day. Well, they might not do that, but seriously we all live near each other and we're called a "learning community", a community! Nobody likes everybody in their community, heck, nobody likes everybody in the world, but we still all got to bloody get along! It's not that hard. Seriously. I'm shy as crap and talking to people. Not hard. I'm misanthropic and I talk to people. Not. That. Hard.

Technology

Technology...created to make our lives easier but oh does it make them more stressful at times. 
Recently, a lot of the technology around me has been breaking. Someone attempted to hack my phone (given it's not a very impressive phone, it's not one of those "do everything you'd ever need and more" smart phones. It's a little, simple phone with a keyboard and a 2. MB camera) and nearly  destroyed all use of it. Thinking the worst, I saved all my photos, music, and contacts to my SD card and removed it. After a few days of sheer rage at the fact over the phone support couldn't do anything, I took it to the store and had them fix it there. It took them about 5 minutes. With that done, I popped my SD card back into the phone, only to find all of my photos, music and contacts were unable to be accessed. Thinking that it could possibly just be the phone acting up, I plugged the card into my PC and hoped for the best. TaDa~ the SD card needs reformatted, all files will be wiped. So I did that. Low and behold, the card cannot be reformatted! What luck. 
I suppose it's party my fault I've lost so many files, I only backed up about 1/8th of them on my PC since I felt this would never happen. 

In addition to everything on my phone breaking (this was over about 3 days), my Xbox 360 is finally giving up. Growling, and unhappy it normally refuses to open for a disk (though it has no problem spitting it out). It enjoys to skip or freeze on games such as Skyrim or any racing games. Given, it is a few years old. 

Maybe it's time for an upgrade; replace all of my old, malfunctioning technology with new, more reliable versions of them. Or maybe it's time to get to fixing and just fix all of them myself. 

Either way, technology is out to destroy what little sanity I have left.

Listen.

Ahhg mah legs... I really hurt my legs...
Weird though, I exert them, pushing, stairs, and the pain goes away.
Ah, whatever, I'll just go with it.
So, video equipment is really hard to figure out. It came with a program for editing and uploading (the only program that actually recognizes the video) but the stuff's really limited. Simple, but limited.
It's difficult to figure out, but I'll get there. Got... four videos done, on my computer, but need edited and stuff.
 I have a psychology test tomorrow... exam that is. Don't really know what to think of it. Internet keeps leaping in and out so I can't do any more of the practice quizzes online. Weird though, the quizzes seem to have much more information on them than the teacher taught us. I mean, we're taking an exam on 3 chapters and I have... 5 pages of notes. And I wrote everything down.
Anyway, I can't wait to put videos up. It's so exciting! Random thoughts in writing dwindle compared to random thoughts speaking. Speaking adds that difference in intonation and emotion that is so much better that reading. You can misunderstand things easily reading.
I already really like LPs and vlogs; it's just that much better to hear someone over seeing text. Much like singing. I always listen to music when I type these. And when I'm done I read them back to myself.
Ugh... I'm losing this.
I'm sick of trying to solve problems for people. I've had to do that three times today, with the select few people here that I barely know. People in my classes that seriously won't fix their own problems and need someone to guide them through it. I hate sitting back and seeing them mope about, "Well this doesn't make sense!" without asking a damned question about it. I'm sick of people going, "Well, I don't really care about this anymore." because that's crap and it's quitting and that's just stupid. Problems suck, but really there's a solution, somewhere. I'm sick of having to figure out solutions for people and guide them down the path. I know what the argument to this would be, "Just stay out of their problems." Gladly, if they wouldn't mope about it or request help or seem as if they could use help. Or, biggest one yet, if I didn't immediately see a solution to the problem.
Television won't show shows? Well, perhaps the cable's out, ought to check right? Nah, you'll just go and go on the internet. What's that? The internet won't work either? Hmm... given you have an internet/cable duo pack going on there, perhaps the cable's out? Why don't you try calling them? The phone's in that too? Well, lucky you, you have a cell phone! What's the number? Do you not have it on a magnet or something on your fridge or in a phone book? No? Well, I'll Google it for you, sure. There, there's the number. Yes it's for your area. What's that? You're going to eat dinner first? Do you have something prepared now? No? Well, start preparing it and call while you're waiting. What's that? You don't really care anymore? You'll fix it tomorrow? Seriously? Yes, seriously. What.
I love helping people, but this is just absurd. Some girl asked where the bathroom was. We're in a lecture hall woman, go find it yourself. I guarantee there're signs. If not, explore. Ask someone who isn't in a lecture hall learning. Like, if in the entire above problem (which didn't actually happen but seriously each scenario plays out the exact same way) I only had to Google the number for my friend, that would've been perfectly acceptable to me. I've had to literally show people through each and every step of what they had to do to solve a damn problem lately and it's driving me up a wall. People lately with the lack of work they want to do is absurd. In my College Writing class we had an assignment, which I did, but my fricken notebook poofed, but I understood the assignment. It was rewrite the sentence giving credit to the original source in a different way each time. There were only five sentences. Simple, very simple. Apparently though people had difficulty understanding. At the table of three I was at we all sort of looked at each other and equally agreed that we didn't have any trouble understanding it and you'd have to be sort of stupid to not understand it. It was simple. I found it pitiful and somewhat shaming that people of our same age group couldn't understand that. I did not go to some elite high school, I went to a pretty crap one to be frank, but even I understood it. I could name a few people from my school who probably wouldn't have understood that, but I look and who they are and they're morons. People who rarely pay attention in the first place, people who shouldn't go to college because they have no place there. There's been far too much stupidity going on here, this isn't a community college, this is college, a top 200 college I believe, given the signs are accurate.
People just need to think. Think and use their words. Use their brain. I went to a supplemental instruction or SI class for my biology class (which, at this time, is "teaching" me things I already know) so that I don't have to go to stupid mandatory study tables, and the kids there normally ask logical questions, questions that make sense, but seriously sometimes the stuff that comes out of their mouth makes me worry for humanity. It brings back why sometimes I just hate people. Why misanthropic is such an important word to me. If you could see the looks on teachers faces when they get these stupid questions... I wish I could hit those people. They either weren't paying attention or aren't thinking, or even both! I've seen both in my high school! College is a big fogging shock for some people and it's good that it is! I've met a lot of awesome and smart people but the majority is these idiots wandering around focusing more on trivial drama compared to important subjects. 
The first day of my stupid "First Year Experience" or FYE as I like to call it, in the sense of the medieval word "Fie!" which is exactly what i feel about that class, I asked if it's possible to light Jupiter on fire. No, I am not a pyromaniac nor do I have any sort of random hatred toward the gas giant, I'm just bloody curious. I've put a good amount of thought into it and given my FYE teacher is a physics professor, with a doctorate, I'd assumed she'd be able to give me at least a little semblance into what I'd like to know. Yes, I could probably Google, is it possible to light Jupiter on fire, but I don't want jargon that I won't be able to understand or a weird dumbed down version of the answer, I'd like to hear it from a professional. Heck, if I could ask NASA people I would. I'd like to hear it in general.
The lack of care people have for each other is astounding and the lack of the ability to be yourself, that drives me up a wall. I'm a freak. A weirdo. A psychopath by any other name would still be my own. I'm so weird, it's hard to be normal around me, but isn't hard to be your damn self. People hate me because of that. People hate me more for other reasons but I've met people who feel that's uncomfortable, they don't have to put up a facade to be around me. I'm curious about them, I want to know more about what they are, who they are, and I want them to tell me. Like a child listening attentively to a fairytale I love hearing peoples stories, especially if I have something to relate to. Why don't people want to know about other people, about other things, anymore? I know there are a lot of people out there who do, but seriously I was talking to someone in my Psychology class the other day and he seemed like a really nice and fun guy, but when teacher gave us a choice to watch a video, go on to the next subject, or leave early, nearly everyone said leave early. Personally I wanted to go onto perception, because that always comes with neat optical illusions, which make the class amusing. The class is normally dead with bored and unenthusiastic students sitting around me. But, after she asked that question and let us leave the guy went, "What a stupid question!" I didn't know what to say to that. What a stupid question? What'd she expect us to say? Stay and learn? Well, it is college, we're kind of paying for this knowledge. It really bothered me, and I think the guy noticed cause he skidattled quickly and has neither talked to nor sat by me since. Literally I learned a bloody lot about him by just letting him talk and listening. Why is that so hard for people?
Alright, I'm done. Nice to get that off of my chest. Ranting's good, whether people listen or not. You know you're always listening to yourself. And, normally, when it seems like no one's listening, someone obscure is, they hear you and they understand.

Let me introduce you to... Aeon.

I would like to introduce you to Aeon, a quite terrible person. His name's not actually Aeon, but I call him that because that's the evil bird from Rudolph's Shiny New Year and he makes me think of him.
This man is very very possessive.
He doesn't like something that isn't about him.
He wants to own my roommate.

Now, I read through Aeon immediately when I met him. I...am sort of a very good judge of person, when it comes to trusting them. I've been correct about each person that I've judged over trust. Though I still know there's room for error.
Aeon was possessive and he wanted nothing to do with me. All he wanted was to engulf and take over my roommate. I warned my roommate about him and she said she felt that of him too and then he got furious when, on day 5 of being at college, she didn't want a relationship with him. Now, he got his "friends" (AKA lost puppies--seriously they were lost puppies. If they weren't in a pack they looked pitiful) to hate her after that. When he was around they ignored her and acted like jerks towards her. Whenever he was gone, they were nice to her. How mature.
Once he was in our dorm and my roommate had just left. The first thing he said to me was, "I'm not as much of an asshole as you think."
Hmm... now you just proved you are as much of an ass as I think. Really Aeon? Really?
Eventually he just drove her up a wall, arguing over stupid things and trying to control her life, so she stopped talking to him... and told him I was right. I was right about him being possessive and untrustworthy.
Now he's scared to death of me, entirely sure that he's in danger around me.
He's also still trying to be friends with her. She's given him chances but he keeps trying to be "romantically involved" with her (he sent many texts to her saying, "I'll stop trying to be romantically involved with you") and she can't stand his possessiveness. Plus he won't change. He keeps saying he's changing, but he won't change. He's still the same self-centered possessive jerk.
Yesterday, my roommate was leaving with her parents for the weekend. (Lucky git has no classes on Fridays!) I'd gone for a walk so she and her family were waiting in the dorm to meet me then go.  Aeon was there too. He looked so cocky it made me want to hurt him. His face said, "Her parents are around, so you can't do jack to me."
That got on my nerves.
He went for cheap laughs and the blatant, "I'm going to get on your parent's good sides to prove I'm not an ass!" except you are and they just didn't notice it since they're not me. 
To sum it all up, Aeon is not a man to trust. If you know people like this, don't trust them unless they prove they've changed, and by prove I mean there's no doubt.
If I could read people for everyone I would, but there's no guarantee I'll be correct forever. 
People like that bother me, but being unable to help them or knowing there was a problem and not choosing to help with it bothers me more.
But seriously Aeon, change yourself. And if you're an Aeon, look at yourself and see what you can do to try and not be so much.  It's not good for you or others.

Nobody wants to be an Aeon.

Paranormal Activity! D:

Well, this has been a beautiful hiatus. Not just because school's started or I've moved out of my house or I'm getting used to "living on my own" no, no no.... readers and others alike, may I introduce Scot,
our resident ghost.
Yes, my dorm room's haunted. No, I don't know why. What I do know is there are weird things going on that have been going on since I got here and many have no explanation.
It started with a few bits of tapping and some scratching noises that both me and my roommate blew off as nothing or just normal dorm noises.
Then an entire filing cabinet moved.
Yeah, and entire filing cabinet. And, dear readers, this filing cabinet is big, up against a wall, and has things atop it, things that would make it difficult to move.
It moved a good 4 inches away from the wall it was hugging. While I was in the room. Then there was skittering across the floor, straight in front of my laptop, which then abruptly stopped. All of the noises and actions up to then suddenly clicked, there was a bloody ghost in here.
We named him/her/it Scot due to the name being etched into the back of one of the closets and on the inside of it. For a good two weeks these noises continued. A few of the more common ones are tapping/scratching on objects, like how yesterday it sounded like something was trying to pick up my roommate's hairspray, eventually ending up shifting some of the objects in there around. A bit later I was going to get up to get a shower and when I stood it sounded like someone was mocking the wind from the far corner of her top bunk bed. I've heard that sound before but that was the first time she'd heard it and it freaked her out. We ended up contacting a ghost team yesterday.
During the night there's often sounds of paper falling off of my desk, which from my bed I cannot see, but we've both clearly heard paper slide off of the desk and hit the floor. We also hear what sounds like paper sliding underneath the door, but upon inspection there never is any.
We've had a good amount of objects actually move too.
Again, yesterday, files inside of the filing cabinet were moving around, loudly enough for us to hear it. When I was laying in the dark one night after having a silly discussion about Scot (who we used to really enjoy "yelling" at and blaming him for silly things, saying "God damn it Scot!" whenever something happened and just laughing about it), I had my stuffed animal Bolt up against my arm. I had just shut my eyes when I felt him spin and opened them to see him spinning against my arm. I leaped back and yelled. My comb and floss have also moved from my desk to my roommate's. When I was sitting in here alone once a purse of makeup goods that was on top of my roommate's filing cabinet shifted and almost fell off of it. When my roommate and a friend were in here alone bagels, which are on the opposite side of the room, flung themselves off of the dresser they're atop and to the ground. A day later they did the same when both of us were in here. Papercraft figures that Frost made for me have moved. She made a Simon, Lewis, creeper, zombie Herobrine, and antisraphel (due to the lack of red ink and his eyes now being yellow). They're all positioned neatly on the top of my desk, but Simon didn't especially enjoy standing. So I leaned him up against my Caution Ninjas sign.

Blatantly leaning there. The creeper's straight up. Now he's standing and the creeper's leaning. 

A few days ago, I noticed he was standing. The creeper leaned forward too.
Now for him to stand, his legs would've had to have been shifted, moved in a different way then what they were before. They have been. Now he's standing, moved forward from where he was leaning, and now the creeper is leaning forward, its feet moved as well.
I don't have an explanation for that given neither of us touched it and we were the only ones in the room.
Another joyous fact we've gone and found is that in 2009 a girl died of asphyxiation in the bathroom on our floor.
Yeah.
Foul play was out-ruled, so it was just a... bad chance I suppose. Although none of the sources online would tell us how she suffocated, just that she did. I don't know if she stayed in our room, but we haven't heard of any other paranormal activity happening in the other rooms, so we're suspicious.
Now this is... week 3 of paranormal things happening. When I returned from class I was looking for a recorder that we'd set up the night before and wanted to listen to some of it. When I found it,I sat down with it on my bed and then heard what sounded like something pressing a button on the recorder and then stopping it. I was holding the recorder so it couldn't have been on it, plus it sounded like it came from the opposite side of the closet. I have my own recorder, but it was atop my dresser which isn't on the opposite side of the closet. My desk is.
Whatever's going on it really seems to enjoy just making us feel a little bit uncomfortable. It's seemingly focused around the corner with the filing cabinet and my desk along with the door.
Well, hopefully the ghost team will contact us soon and get in here to help us figure this out. I'll try and get it on some videos (still trying to figure out video editing software XP) and see if I can get anything.
We went into this as skeptics but now all we can do is believe.
Creepy, huh?

We're no bloody Scooby Doo.

*If anybody has any advice or tips/tricks we should attempt I'd be happy to hear it. We're up for anything right now. Just something to explain what's going on.

Psych and I are starting our classes for this year and will be unable to provide you with as many rants as normal. We are sorry for this but will try to post as many rants as we are able to! 

Thanks for visiting our blog and we hope you enjoy it!