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

Hatt was meant to be a M-F comic drawn during my boring classes. Unfortunately, my Thursday class is too much working in-class to allow time to draw. So now Hatt will be a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday comic. Sounds reasonable, yes? As for this week’s Monday comic, that’s not going to happen because of the Monday class using the entire time for group projects, and, well, yeah.

At least it was a good project we worked on – the purpose was not the product, but the manner in which we developed the product. The product for this group project was to design an outfit using only one roll of toilet paper and design advertising and marketing for it.

There were eight people in my group. No one spoke up straight off, other than one person who said, “So … what are we supposed to do?”

As much as I’m a “leader” online, I’m really shy in public … but I guess I’m over that. I explained to everyone what we were supposed to be doing, and did so in a manner that they would understand. Once everyone got it, I separated our group into subgroups, one to work on the design and theme of the clothing, the others to work on marketing/advertising.

At one point, the fashion group said to one of the marketers, “Stop worrying about what we’re doing, you’re marketing, not design.”
I spoke up then, “Even though we’re working on different parts, we’re still working together. Answer his question.”

Yay, me leader.

People kept getting off task, so I’d snap them into place. We had one person who hadn’t spoken up the entire time, so I addressed him directly.
“We need make a logo,” I said. We had decided earlier that the product was part of the “TrojanWear” line, and that we’d write “Trojan” as if it were carved out of stone, and write “Wear” in a more “modern” manner. “Does anyone think they can write the ‘Wear’ like a neon sign, or slashed cloth, or something else wild like that?” I named each person by their name, and they all said no, and I finally got to the one who hadn’t said anything. He had started working on it when I mentioned it. Hooray, I found something he could do. It turns out that he didn’t feel like he had anything to add to the project, and I helped him help us. Yay.

Yay, me leader.

The first dream started with me in my room. It’s surprisingly clean, but when I walk over to open my door, it split near the hinges. Well, shit.
I shout outside to the others in the apartment, which includes Ashley, her friend Mike, Kara, and another white guy. I ask, “Does anyone want to explain to me why my door is falling off its hinges?” There’s no reply from Kara in the kitchen, or Mike and the other white guy in the living room. There is, however, a response from Ashley, who’s in my bathroom, looking at me through the massive holes in the wall. Apparently, someone felt the room needed redecorating, and they removed all the drywall from the walls there.
Well, shit.
I shut my door as best I can, even though it stays slightly open as the crack gets bigger, and the lower hinge of this two hinge door falls off.
I sit in front of my computer and start playing a game. Mike and his friend come in and say, “Hey, cool, [game]!” They take the controllers from me and start playing. I walk over to a corner of the room and hug my Jorenko, because he just happened to be there now. While I’m hugging him, Ashley and Kara come in. Ashley starts watching the game, but Kara goes to my dresser.
Kara complained a bit about how she has no money, no food, etc. I offered to go get her something that could help her. While I’m away, Kara goes through my drawers. I come back and see her holding my silver certificates (Dollar bills from before 1955). I yell at her to give them back, and when she does, I yell at her for taking advantage of me while I was being nice to her. The entire time, she’s silent, but I continue yelling at her, calling her a worthless cunt, stupid whore, thieving bitch, etc. She runs into the kitchen and locks the door. The little kitchen here doesn’t have a locking door, but apparently it’d been turned into a bathroom, because I hear her start up a shower. I walk back into my room, and the guys have invited over more friends. Ashley decides to point out to me that what I’d done is mean.
“And what she did wasn’t?” I reply.
“Good point.”
We turn to watch the guys play the game. Jorenko is standing behind me. I’m getting more and more pissed off that there are people I don’t know using my stuff, and being in my room as if they live there. After a while, I throw them all out of our shitty apartment.

Well, that was interesting.

She walks into my room.
“Are you up now? I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh! So how was the party or whatever with your boyfriend? Good, blah? Huh? What? Are you awake? Are you sick?”
She finally shuts up long enough for me to answer, “I’m tired.”
“Oh, you scared me girl, you were like, speechless, okay, so I’ll just go now. Oooh, donuts!”
She looks at the box on my bed, and then at me, expecting me to offer her one. Then she leaves after a brief silence.
There were a lot more words on her part, but I don’t recall the exact ones. Just add a bunch of repetitious nonsense with no space in between sentences to allow another person to answer.