I only have a few things to say.
Sunday, September 26, 2010 / 7:32 PM
I got picked by EA to access the Dead Space 2 multiplayer beta and give some feedback on the game. Um... holy shit? If you weren't around during the period of time when Dead Space came out and I got it and didn't sleep for almost a week cause I was creeped out... yeah. It happened that the first few sequences were freaky enough that I did the whole... turn on the lights before running my ass to the bathroom at night thing.
Two years ago when Kim and Carlos first got to together and after we realized we all pretty much a) liked the same things and b) wanted to go to the same haunted places - we made a plan: go to Bachelor's Grove Cemetery in Oak Lawn. The thing that got to me most was the fact that this cemetery is in the middle of the forest and you have to walk down a narrow path to get to it. I think we walked for a fair few minutes before coming to the entrance.
Here's a snippet of information:
The largest remaining gravestone, marked with the Fulton family name, is scattered with trinkets visitors have left behind at the infant Fulton child's grave. Reports of satanic rituals have enhanced the legends of hauntings and ghosts, though to this day only anecdotal evidence as well as alleged pictures of "orbs" exist to prove such a haunting. A 1991 photograph taken using infrared film purports to show a spectral 'White Lady'-type ghost seated on a checkered plinth.
That place was ridiculously cold. The experience was enhanced for us since we were at one in the morning and we were the only ones there. There was also a little pond were people think Al Capone dumped dead bodies in but that's kinda pushing it.
While I was at Carlos' and I was hanging out with her mom, we decide to use her tarot cards. (Yes, I'm into ghosts and the occult... it's a hobby.) I haven't read cards in a while so I decided to give a try... after she did mine. I don't really know what to say about what she read.
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt