Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I’m not sure which came first, the sorority, the diablo, or the shopping, but the shopping came before the sorority.

The diablo portion of the dream … I was in a bus, travelling down an open country road. Eventually, we got out of the bus, though I don’t recall how or when. Something caused us to begin running back, and that is when it switched to the Diablo2 view of the game. I was an assassin (2nd time appearing as an assassin in a D2 dream, other times I’ve been a sorceress (2)). Another unidentified class is running up ahead of me. As we run, the ground starts to fall behind us. At times, I’m running up an incline to get to the next section of land. I’m the first to fall into the darkness when I couldn’t make it to the next plot of land in time. At this point, I began contemplating what it would look like of the viewpoint could be changed in Diablo, how it would work, graphically, and how they could program it to work well. (Jorenko had mentioned when we were playing d2 last night that he wished that view could be changed). After a moment, I found myself watching TV, and the local (Toledo) news was on. They were doing a special report on the event that had just happened. I was proud to see that they used my character on their screen.

The next part of the dream would have to be the shopping, then. I was in a small store, like Walgreens, purchasing items. A group of us were there, actually, and we were throwing items into the cart. We went to the checkout, which was not a counter, but a window in the wall. The cashier rung up our purchases, and pushed aside items that had been damaged. (Apparently, we’d just run through a gauntlet to get to there). The others in the group grabbed their goods, and I stole a large pack of toilet paper that was pushed aside for being damaged.
We’re walking home now, wherever it may be. The others with me are a male and a female, both ages 18-23. The female has short red hair, pale skin, and is wearing tight black pants, and a black 3/4 length sleeved shirt. She’s also rather thin, and looks like a young, goth Joanna Dark. The male remains unidentifiable, other than that he is in a black coat, and he ends up splitting with us.
Joanna (for lack of a better name) and I are then walking down the city streets to get home. We’re roommates, apparently.

The sorority is where we end up heading. We live in a sorority house, and are apparently the mock of the campus. The richer sororities come by and pester us, particularly one girl, who is constantly picking on Amanda (refering to me. I was someone else in this dream, but I was still myself. Amanda was a brown haired me, and I was blue/black haired, like I am now.).
Amanda was constantly picked on by one particular girl. This girl was tall, busty, big haired, and rich. She was constantly in the latest fashions and the spikiest heels. This girl never bothered me, but she constantly harassed Amanda. One day (as in now, in the dream) she really pissed me off, and I went outside of the house. I told this woman to back off, and I pushed her.
She was appalled that I’d do such a thing. She kicked me with her heel/spike. It connected with my shoulder, and it hurt. She swung for a second kick, and I grabbed her shoe.
She lost her balance, and fell over onto the lawn. She started bitching about dry-cleaning costs, and I told her she had far more to worry about.
I took her other shoe, and stabbed her in each arm with a shoe-heel.
At this time, an authority figure (a black man with glasses and school garb, possibly a professor). He surveyed the scene for half a second and was frightened.
It skips slightly here. Now we’re all on the porch, the bitch and the prof are both sitting on the floor, and I’m on a bench. Amanda’s sitting next to me.
Amanda doesn’t like what I did, but she feels powerless to stop me. I happen to have a claymore, sheathed, sitting next to me. I know that it’s flimsy (because it’s Jorenko’s) but they don’t. I dramatically unsheath it, and point it at the woman.
“You’re paying for dinner, tomorrow. It will be just you, your boyfriend, my boyfriend, and myself.”
She nodded in agreement to my demand, and ran off.
The dream skips again. Now I’m lazily watching TV, flipping through the channels. The woman has arrived to take me out to dinner. She’s also brough an extra couple.
“Sorry, my boyfriend won’t be here until Friday. Come back then, at nine.”
She walked off, and the dream ended.

I’m going back to bed. I’ll analyze this for my research paper later.

What the fuck?

Five phone calls in two days from five different people all getting the wrong number.

For those who have not yet been told personally, my brother recieved his orders to be stationed in Iraq. He will most likely leave the week before or the week after his birthday.

His birthday is October 1st.

I hate the US sometimes.

I need a job.

The last three job offers I’ve gotten are looking pretty absent.

I could always work at taco bell, but to them, part time means 39 hours a week.

Every other place I apply at doesn’t call, doesn’t call, doesn’t call.

Every interview I’ve had has been sorry, sorry, sorry.

Everything to do with my school is shit, shit, shit.

It was wrong of me to dream.

Fucking hell. I’ve got my porfolio sitting next to my bed, my dirty laundry next to my bed, and a stack of books next to my bed.

Why? No fucking room elsewhere in the apparment.

I’ve got two dishes in front of my computer (a cup and a mug) as well as a few papers for homework next to it.

Note from the landlord: “You’ve got 72 hours to clean your room or transfer is imminent”

Oh, and he also gave me a note saying that my rent is overdue.

I PAID IT FUCKING FIVE DAYS AGO.
WTF? Apparently people don’t live in appartments, they’re always just visiting.

I had a dream about elevators.

I fucking hate elevators, but I have to deal with them every day. It’s a stupid irrational fear that they’ll malfunction. I’ve never truly had an elevator malfuntion with me in it, but the one at Carter East came damned close every time I stepped into it. I started insisting that we take the stairs after a while …

Anyway, the dream. I was in an appartment complex, much nicer than the one I’m in now. I was cleaning my room, which was for whatever reason the exact same as my room in the trailer I lived in seven years ago.

Recently my dreams have included the sense of touch more vividly. I never “felt” things before in my dream, but now I am. Can be a good thing, like in this dream, with the kitties and the soft rats and such. Wasn’t good two days ago. Read the rest of this entry »

Fuck you.

FUCK YOU.

A thousand times, Fuck you. You, of all people, I get emotionally attached to.
You, of all people, I come to expect things from. Equal if not greater intelligence.

Understanding. PATIENCE WHEN I HAVE NONE.

I’m on birth control because of YOU. I take these fucking things because of YOU, because I LOVE YOU. Read the rest of this entry »

Coffee grounds spilt in trash bin. Not mine.

Min asks me to clean them up because it’s my coffee machine.

I said no. They are not my grounds, and I am not Candice’s maid.

Min cleans.

I went to the arcade today with five tokens so that I wouldn’t have enough to play more than one game of PIU . . . and then Gabriel gives me a handful for the hell of it.

What would I have done, if she stepped on the bird? Would I have yelled at her for not paying attention? Would I have sobbed at the loss of an innocent bird? Would I have commented on the tragedy as a prophet, claiming it to be an omen or representation of human nature – we’re all far too busy to appreciate the beauty in the world …

A traffic cop, a city street cleaner, and I stared at a small bird sitting on the curb. IT wasn’t running from us, it wouldn’t take flight at the noises. It just sat there, staring back. Cute, fluffy, a symbol of natural beauty in the middle of the modern city.

A woman ran by, trying to catch the bus. Read the rest of this entry »

Maxim is the single stupidest publication I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of reading.

What will it take to make males (Other than Jorenko) realise that they will never be more than just friends?

Dreams always seem so real ;_;

In a dream last night, I was sleeping. In the dream, I woke up, and felt someone under me. Jorenko had somehow gotten into my room and underneath me without waking me up.

I asked him, “Are you really here?”

“No.”

and I cried.

I hate it when drawn characters have breasts bigger than their heads, and still manage to keep balanced in a fight.

The kitchen smells like three week rotted food because Candice never does her dishes. She’s too busy dirtying more dishes to notice. She uses up her clean ones, then uses up our clean ones, and then lets them sit in their own mildewy filth.

I washed them all. I said to her, “That is the last time I’m doing other people’s dishes.” She’ll probably retort with something alluding to my dirty room.

I should remind you that my “dirty room” is nothing more than books and clothes strewn about, not old food and dishes left to fester.
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I had a dream about a game.

I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the currents. Ms. Milly Prower, our savior, had devised machines to create currents and stop currents. This way, even in our flooded world, we could build in the shallow waters and not fear for the supports being wiped out from under us.

An alarm chimed, not a loud or aggresive one, just a polite warning that the boat/car we were in would soon be submerging. I went below deck and took my seat. They were serving dinner then. I looked out the window into the waters, and watched the fish swim by. Then I watched the fish get caught in a huge net, along with hundreds of other fish.
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On cartoon network, they just accidentally showed a minute from Mission Hill instead of a commercial during a children’s movie