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

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.

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.

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