I met a girl on Omegle...

I've forgotten that no one I know follows this blog at all. Which is why I'm going to be posting this. Also, apologies if this isn't too riveting at points, as I'm typing this at 2 in the morning.

Exactly one month ago, I was on Omegle, dicking around because I had nothing else to do (plus it's just fun). I had been using the "Similar Interests" thing to try and find people. I don't remember what I put, but what ever it was, it allowed me to meet her. On that night, I met a girl named Tamara. Admittedly, I didn't think much of her at first. She was a girl from Australia, which was a nice change from the usual guys from the US or UK. We friended each other on Skype, mainly because she seemed nice, and I didn't want to lose contact with one of the few respectable people on there.

So, a couple of days go by, when she messages me again, just to say Hi. She does this a few days later, and then on the third day, we had our first long conversation. At first, it was small talk, with us talking about Christmas shopping, which then lead in to flirting by sending emoticons to each other. Eventually, we talked about our fear/hatred for insects, which somehow lead to me asking her name.

Her name was Tamara. She thought it was a dumb name, however, I thought (and still do) think it was an adorable name. Then we did the emoticon flirt thing for a while again. Eventually I found out that she's quite a silly person, which I like when it comes to people. Even more eventually later, I started to learn that Tamara and I both share similar ways of thinking, which is rather cool seeing as how I don't think anyone I know thinks in the same way we do. At least, when it comes to certain things, such as pondering whether or not I would say something in person (kind of odd, but it makes sense when given context).

We later actually talked about ourselves, and both found out that we find ourselves unattractive, but find the other attractive. Then we just talked, whilst still flirting with one another. We found out each other's birthdays, mine being on the 18th, and hers being on the 26th. We talked some more, and she said that she would be alone forever. I told her that I would be there for her, if no one else would be, which is actually the honest truth. I think that's when the feelings began.

We've been talking to each other every day for about, ( I wanna say), over two weeks now. Through out this time, I've developed a certain feeling for her. One that I feel most would argue I couldn't feel, because we haven't even met yet. She's developed this feeling for me as well, which I don't mind at all, because it makes me feel good. I accidentally brought up me wanting to potentially marry her, which made me feel like shit because I felt: "Oh shit, I just ruined everything, way to fucking go, asshole." But, to my surprise, she was ok with it, and even returned the feeling.

As a birthday gift, I asked if I could have a picture of her. She was hesitant at first, but only because she doesn't like how she looks. I thought she was pretty fucking adorable. However, to make things even, I sent her a picture of myself. She thinks I'm quite cute. We went back to talking about marriage, and we pretty much determined that we would live in the Unites States. We also decided that if we were to have kids, we would want to be financially stable enough to allow them to grow up a nice life. We want each other. Neither of us can wait for the day we can hold each other in our arms. We can't wait to be with one another.

I think it's because we love each other.

tl;dr : I met a girl on Omegle, and now I think she's going to be my future wife.

Nova Mod Pack (Terraria Mod)

(NOTE: In order to use these mods, you MUST have a legitimate copy of Terraria purchased through Steam, AND tconfig installed. Link to tconfig, and how to install it.)

Today, I'm going to present to you the "Nova Mod Pack" for Terraria. Currently, this only adds two items to the game: "The Chappy Stick", and "Rager".

The Chappy Stick

(This reminds me of Dick Chappy in his prime...)

The Chappy Stick is an incredibly OP item, with a Base Damage of 100, a Knockback of 20, and a Use Time of 20.

To craft it, you need:

 1 Dirt Rod

1 Mannequin

1 Ruler

And it needs to be crafted at a Chair.

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Rager

(The Helmet changes when you perform actions like jumping and running.)

The Rager is an OP helmet that resembles Nova's Cookie Monster skins from his Minecraft videos. It has a Base Defense of 30, and comes with six permanent Buffs to them when you wear it. All but one of the buffs go away when the Helmet is de-equipped.

To craft it, you need:

8 Silk

1 Cobalt Brick

1 Diamond

3 Toilets

And it needs to be crafted at a Table.
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Installation & Download

Assuming you already have tconfig installed, you just need to use the EXE files provided in the Download. When you launch Terraria, a 'Game Launcher' will pop up. Use 'tconfig' instead of Terraria, as that is the one that will allow you to use these mods. Then, when Terraria loads, go the tconfig settings, make sure Chappy Stick and Rager are set to 'On', then click 'Reload Mods'.

Download ALL of the Files

Creator's Notes

Consider this the Alpha of the Mod Pack, as I plan on adding much more to this. This was just a simple test to see how well I can mod with tconig and Terraria. Expect more, such as Chef, Bee, and Battle Damaged armor, and perhaps even things relating to Ginger Powder. Criticism is always welcomed here, as long as you are able to explain your problems thoroughly.

My Own "Ask That Guy with the Glasses"

"Why is the sky always blue?"

Well that's a very good question, and the answer is: The sky is manic depressive. You see, as a young child, the sky was a happy, smiling, delight of a sky. Until it was raped. Yes, the sky was raped.

By Asteroids. You see, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, the sky was red, meaning it was a power hungry dick of a dictator. Then it was put in its place by the asteroids penetrating it. Multiple times. It went into shock which caused the ice age, however, the Sun was a therapist, and helped the sky, taking it out of its cold state. Until the Sun molested the sky. With a solar flare. Now the sky just sits up there, being blue, because of being raped by asteroids, and molested by the sun.

Yes.

'Coon Killer

Ok, so tonight was pretty good, aside from some mishaps with the second group getting lost a total of four times to and from the comic book store. I got my first Deadpool comic, issue 33 to be exact, two Godzilla comics of different series, and a comic called Lobster Johnson.

On the way home, however, something terrible happened. As my friend was driving, let's call him John, he ran over a raccoon. John tried to swerve around it, but instead managed to instead go back in place to run it over. John didn't even bother to turn back to see if he was ok. I would have, except I was squished between two other guys in the back seat.

On a brighter note: http://tinyurl.com/ylxdgyo

Nightmare

This is a post I made in /adv/ today. I don't feel like writing something different, so I'm posting it instead:

Last night I had a dream. Actually, a nightmare. It was brief, but I had a dream that I was in some sort of kitchen, where I saw a woman. Her body was completely still, but her head was violently shaking. Her eyes, from what I remember, were completely white, and her mouth was wide open. As she was shaking her head, a sword was sliding out of her mouth, blade first. However, the sword wasn't moving violently with the lady's head, which is a little hard to explain how it did that.

I woke up in a cold sweat, and held the comforters over my head for the rest of the night, hoping that I wouldn't see anything by my bedside.

I feel that this has to do with this one friend I know. I've had a crush on her, and have been friends with her for a few years now. However, a couple of months ago, I had a few dreams that made me scared to talk to her, partly because it made me feel that I would lose her. In the last month though, I finally got the courage to start talking to her again, and it made me feel confident.

What recently happened was that I had found out that she was dating someone. I don't know what it was. But... Hearing that she's dating... I dunno. My emotional side overreacted, and now I'm in a sort of slump.

I looked up some of the details about my dream, but all I found was that a sword can symbolize love. So what I want to know is:

What does /adv/ think of my dream?

tl;dr: Had a nightmare, possibly involves crush, what do you think

Expectedly Unexpected Depression (Or Ellipsis Heaven)

I had just found out this girl I like is dating someone... I had always thought that she was dating someone, but... I dunno... Just... Finding out... Just makes me feel hollow. For a while now, I've actually had the courage to talk to her, and have been doing so.

I felt...

Confident....

I had...

Hope...

Hope that, perhaps, one day, I could... Date her...

But... Now it's crushed. I dunno. I'm an idiot. I'm overreacting to something that I should have expected... Something that... I... Should have known. That I should have guessed... God damn it... I'm an idiot. I overreact too much to shit like this. Sometimes I think I'm a Gemini, because I feel that I'm arguing with someone else when I get like this. Like, I get depressed, but then my mind questions it like:

" ' the fuck are you getting depressed over? You seriously should have seen this one coming. It's completely irrational and irresponsible! Stop it! Right now!" but then I'm like:

"I know, I know... It's just..."

"Just what? It isn't anything. It never was anything, it never is anything, and probably will never be anything. Just. Stop it."

"But I'm... Broken... Hollow..."

"Oh look at you, you dramatic twit. 'Oh, I'm depressed because this girl doesn't like me, or this girl is already seeing someone'. Boo-fucking-hoo. Now get your shit together, you have work to do."

"But I want to play some video games... They help calm me down..."

"You know what? Fuck it. Fine. Be like this. Be like this little crybaby bastard child that you are. I'm going to go into the dark recesses of your mind, and start tossing those embarrassing memories at you, that you hate so much. Would you like that? Would you fucking like that? I'll stop once you get your shit together, and man the fuck up"

And then I begin to sink into an even deeper depression, until something else perks me up only to smash it back down...

I hate me.

Dungeons & Emotions

I just returned from a D&D session... It depressed me... Our characters had basically went to a pocket dimension in a dungeon, where we all had raised a kid with magical powers in a world without magic; no one else had magic, and what ever magic we had didn't work. During this, we would go to sleep at times and wake up years later, though talking to one of the villagers revealed that we still lived through these years that we missed. Our Warforge had created a religion when the child was just a baby, and at the time, only one person believed him, since there was no such thing as a religion in the world. He made them worship the Sun God. However, our group had woken back up in the dungeon, where there was another door that was open, next to the one that led to the pocket dimension. We went in, only to see that the child, (the Warforge had named him Child), had grown up to become a messiah for the church that the Warforge had made, which became the main practice of the town. However, our group had disappeared during that time skip, which had made Child have sort of abandonment issues. The DM had let us have free roam during this, where I spent about six days working on a secret project. The other three had tried to find out what to do, and the only thing they found out is that what they had to do was either destroy or expand the church. On the seventh day, I proclaimed to the town that the Sun God had manifested before me. It was really a robot that I had made, since I was an Artificer, (and human, if you care). However, the Warforge was going to destroy the wrist remote that I was using to control the robot, so I ran up, opened a Handy Haversack I had, tossed it over the robot, and ran into the woods. As I was doing this, I had yelled, "Fuck yo' Couch!", which was a reference to the Drow in our group that made passionate love to a couch he stole. Boy, did that make every laugh, me included. But, in doing this, this had made Child question what exactly happened, which had caused the Drow to explain to him that the Sun God wasn't real, and neither was this world. He ran away, so me, the Warforge, the Drow, and the Lich in our group chased after him. We had a touching scene where we each explained that he is real, and that we care for him, which had actually stopped him from killing himself. We woke up again in the dungeon where another door was open, so we went in. We were in the same town, where everything was burning down and destroyed, with Child laying dead between four hooded figures. We fought them, with me, the Drow, and the Lich dead. When the four had defeated the Warforge, they had asked him if he accepts his fate. He says No, and a black door appears in the middle of the battle ground, with the four hooded figures disappearing. Me, the Drow, and the Lich wake up in our own worlds, where all of our deceased loved ones were there, asking us if we wanted to stay, or go through a white door. In my world, my character's lover was there, only to find out she was killed. We all went through the white door, where we met the guardians of the Underdark, which were actually characters from a previous campaign that the DM and the other players were apart of; I wasn't. They had given us what we wanted, and left, with the Warforge coming from the last unopened door. We left the place, taking the body of one of the Drow's friend, which was also the previous character of the person who played the Drow. He buried him with a bottle of whiskey that we all took a drank out of, except for the Warforge, who broke it. We continued on our Journey afterwards.

What was depressing was knowing that Child wasn't probably real. I like to think that we all had a connection to him; we all cared for him. And to see that he had died at the end was really depressing, because I cared so much about this character.

What was also depressing was finding out that my character's Lover had been killed, without me knowing about it. It had put me into the same scenario where I died, and all of my deceased loved ones were there. It had made me imagine being dead, but also seeing this one girl I really like there. It had depressed me to imagine me and her in the same scenario... I really love her...

But damn, was our DM a good story teller. Damn good... Even now, I'm still depressed, after about an hour and a half since the session....


I need to talk to that girl. That would make me feel better.

Recognizing Myself Through Someone Else

Just now, a friend of mine had written a description of me, that I find describes me very well.

[2:15:17 AM] [FRIEND]: alright well [NAME] [NAME] [NAME]. you're an interesting one. As for interests, you're definitly into things that are "far away", like things that only specific groups of people are into (mlp, homestuck, old video game things), and you like things to buy that have to do with your interests, like shirts with those characters on it or something, or perhaps that ocarina you have. Most people aren't really into that stuff. Now for personality, you're a nice person inside. It's possible people may not see your true kindness inside of you though, unless you were in a serious relationship with someone. You don't quite like getting involved with certain problems or issues friends may have, perhaps because you don't think you could help or maybe you'd just rather do whatever else you're doing. If it's really that serious though you will try. It bothers you when people go against interests you have with reasons that you find unreasonable, or maybe if they critique something you made with the same reasons... unreasonable ones. You can get pretty assertive and aggressive when someone is annoying you in some way, but you're quiet about topics or interests other people have, especially considering it annoys you when people show so much hate for things you're into, so therefore you're not a hypocrite. Love is important to you, projects and creating things for people or just in general is pretty important too, but you don't always find the time or you'd just rather do something else than work on things if you have the option, but at the same time you do want them done, which could cause some slight stress. Though you don't seem like a super stressed out person, and even if you are, you don't exactly show it to everyone, which is good. There are things in the past that happened or things you did that bug you and linger in you a bit, but they don't seem to completely take you over with negative feelings anymore since you're somewhat over them.

Given the Secret some Thought

This is in regards to the first paragraph in the last post. I've given it some thought, and I believe I'm just going through a phase. It's happened before. It usually happens to people like me. It's a little relieving to find that it's a normal thing, and that I'll grow out of it, (maybe). Not to say there's anything wrong with it, but... I dunno.

Hidden Secrets, Paranormal Paranoia, and Alien Confusions

There's been some things I've been pondering for a while now, though I don't know if I feel comfortable enough to talk about it on this blog. Partly because I feel that people could discover who I am, and will trace it back to my more well known accounts and such, and I feel that I'll be ridiculed  and will be labled. Perhaps in the future, I'll talk about it, or maybe I'll talk about it on a Text file on my computer. I've done it before. I actually still have at least one. It made me rather sad reading it. Will I say what that one was about?

No

Last night, before I went to bed, I had the creepiest fucking thing happen to me. I was laying in bed, tossing and turning trying to go to sleep. I ended up laying on my side, facing away from the door in my room. As I was laying there, I heard the sound of some paper moving that was on the floor, next to the bed. Ok, so one of the cats was next to my bed, I thought. But then, I had this feeling that what ever had made that noise was just standing there. Just standing by my bedside. Watching me. I was too frightened to look. Then, as if it wasn't scary enough, I had felt some pressure on the side of my head that was away from my pillow. It had felt like a hand was there. This had scared me even more, I didn't move as I went to sleep. I fell asleep with the feeling that something was standing by my bedside, with their hand on my head. It was creepy as a mother fuck. I won't say it was a ghost, though I do believe in them. I've been becoming more and more paranoid in recent years, and I feel that my paranoia will eventually become a reality. I think I saw the same thing happen on a TV show about Ghosts. That there was just so much paranoia and electrical energy in the house, that it had made an artificial spirit of sorts. I guess that thought had always stayed with me. That the mind is so powerful, that it can create something paranormal like a ghost.

It's kind of like sleep paralysis, where people think they're being abducted by aliens, simply because they can't move, so they dream that aliens from another world are keeping them still, or what ever. It's really rather amazing. I hope that I can see an alien someday. People think that aliens don't exist, or that if aliens do exist, they only want to take over, or probe us. I never understood all three of those. With how large and vast the universe is, the sheer probability that there are other life forms is pretty large when you think about it. I wouldn't understand why people think that aliens would come millions of miles in space to take over our planet. Ok, so I can understand, because of how historical people like Christopher Columbus came to the US, took the land, and slaughtered many Native Americans, so it is a probability (technically his men did the killing, because he couldn't control them. And from what I looked up, he didn't actually steal any land. Which kind of makes that whole sentence pointless, but oh well). But people seem to assume that it's what will happen when aliens come to our planet.. People also think that aliens probe humans for information. Maybe it's because I'm not one of those aliens, but wouldn't there be a better way of getting information about the human body than to probe some one? At least where people are usually probed. I would think aliens would just scan the human mind, take some blood samples, and some tissue. But, perhaps that's primitive to them.

The First Ramblings of the Neutral Man

This is a Blog that I am setting up because I had accidentally set up a Blogger account when I was trying to post a comment reviewing this one game for the DSi called Flipper 2.

Though I'm sure you don't care about that.

This is a blog that I will use to post my own inner thoughts from time to time. I will not advertise it or make it known through my Youtube account or Facebook page. Because, quite frankly, I don't care about people seeing it.

So, I guess I'll begin writing (or typing) now.
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Today, I began the day with my mom having a panic attack. She woke me up saying my name rather loudly, but she was able to calm herself down. I tried to think of things to calm her down, but waking up with only 3 hours of sleep to back you up doesn't help when you're trying to think. Well, ok I was trying to tell her to calm down, but I just couldn't get the words to come out. She took the day off, along with tomorrow, so that she can recover. I think she mentioned something about being on an aspirin regimen, after seeing the emergency room. My grandma took her there. She came back about four or five hours later. Thankfully, she had a full check up, and didn't have anything wrong with her.

While she was gone, I had watched three Doctor Whos I had recorded. The first one I ever watched I watched yesterday. They were all with the 9th Doctor, and the first episode was the one where he meets up with Rose, and the other three follow. The last one left on a cliffhanger, which was me really excited for what'll happen. I though the piggy mermaid thing was cute :3. My mom had actually recorded a bunch more, she said. I hope she didn't record any of the "Best Girls" or "Best Special Effects" episodes, because I don't care about those. I just wanted to see the show. The one episode I'm most looking forward to see that I recorded is the one one, I think called "The Dalek's Victory".

I was supposed to talk to this girl today. Or rather, I told myself I would talk to her, just before I went to bed yesterday. I really like her. But I fear that when ever I talk to her, that I'm bothering her. Even though, every time we do talk I'm not bothering her. In truth, I really want to date her, but she lives all the way in the southern most part of the nation, and I live about six states/provinces away from her. It's rather saddening, or at least for me. I have made it clear to myself that if I ever get the chance to, that I won't expect the relationship to last wrong. Now, this isn't because of any sort of selfish reasons such as me wanting to use her for my own needs, but rather my own low self esteem telling me that it won't. I'd like it to, though.  But alas, chances are that when i do finally meet her, she'll be dating someone else. She is rather beautiful, so I'd be a little surprise if we met and she wasn't. One big reason that I want to meet, besides a potential relationship, her is so that we can go to a convention together. I've never been to one. The only one near where I live that I know of that was recent was a Brony con.

I never understood the hatred for the new MLP cartoon. I've seen it, and I find it quite entertaining. I believe it's the built in stereotypes that people are so used to, that when a stereotypically girly show like MLP opens itself up to a bigger audience, people hate it because they can't believe that it's possible for it to be good. That's been something I've been thinking about. Why are people so critical nowadays? What ever happened to suspension of disbelief? Why does every show, game, and movie have to be dark, gritty, and real? Haven't they learned that the real world sucks, and that drifting away from reality is the best way to relax and have fun?

But I ramble. It's 12:49 A.M. as I type this, so perhaps some of this doesn't make sense. I may or may not touch upon or just all around bring up some of these topics in the future. But for now, I bid you, the reader, adieu.