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

I just recited part of the dream to Jorenko not to long ago. After he left to go move his car, I remembered more.

I was at an EHS football game, setting up a destruction derby in a garage. People were crowding in to watch, and we had two contenders who were going to smash each other to bits. Jorenko was one of the drivers, and he was dressed as Neo from the Matrix. His vehicle was a dingy silver-colored viper. The other driver I didn’t know, but his car was a red sleigh.

There were four sliding garage doors, and I went outside to shut them all. While I was doing this, I heard the people inside yelling about something. I went in as I shut the last one, and saw that everyone had left, including Jorenko’s opponent. A new person had arrived … Matt.

I love my kitty.

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Laaaaaame.

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I’m in class right now. We’re working with photoshop.

I’m colourin’ this guy.

It’s Scissors! Tee hee!

Dream one:

Two cats at my grandmothers house . . . a black male, and a calico tabby female. Weirdies. Too long ago to remember more.

Dream two:

Bath tubs and cats drinking from the water?

Dream three:

The last one was about getting home. My whole family was there. So were the Hobbits. Those bloody little bastards were startled easily and would attack me at every turn, and then apologize profusely. They would often trail behind, and would attack me when I was running back. It didn’t hurt much, kind like little paper cuts.

We followed someone’s advice and drove down a road, but the road was only railroad tracks. Bugger. We go back the way we came, and get on a train. Oops, wrong train. We found out it was wrong by riding it out of the playing field and going into the non-textured area of the map. Everything was white. We put the train in reverse and head back.

By now, we’ve given up on getting home. We hang around the train depot for a while, and another train comes. This one has crops on it. The man set to watch the crops is an elderly man, and he’s standing behind a pile of corn. We’ve all climbed up on the side of the crop-car now, and he asks one of us to hand him an ear of corn so he can taste it. My mother hands him one, while the rest of use scramble to steal as much as possible while he’s distracted.

I had the strangest dream ever. Well, no, I might have stranger.

Couches on wheels. Two people, two couches, and endless stretch of road. (This could SO be a game). We were racing through the city streets at night, the other person was winning :(

The other person and I went to a store afterward. We picked partners and raced through the near-empty 24 hour Wal*Mart in carts. (Oooooo, another level)

We were kicked out, and we stole some cars . . . AND RACED AGAIN!

And the other person the entire time was [an old friend whose name was removed from this post in 2026].

I had a dream about JHONEN.

I was at a convention, and he was there. I, of course, joined the massive throng crowding him to praise and ask questions. I finally get up to him, and his first comment is, “You’re small. You’re a very small thing.” I start to ask him something, and he says, “AW ISN’T THAT CUTE!” picks me up, and starts running. He sets me down somewhere, and runs. I run after him. I catch up with him and say, “RED JHONEN IS NOW IT!” and run. He chases. He tackles me, and says, “Blue Schroe is now it.” He keeps his arms around me so I can’t run, and we just sit in a random corner of the convention and talk. For some reason, I’m wearing a shirt with different fruit on it. He starts licking the fruit. I say, “Jhonen, this isn’t a lick’m wall.” He stops and says, “Aww.” I look up, and I say, “Jhonen, have I introduced you to my boyfriend, Jorenko?” and Jhonen was all sad-like.

Dream 1

They were testing a plane that could allow people to stand on the wing and feel no discomfort. A few people and I were asked to stand on the wing after being shown the video. The guy said I should bring my legos and play with them on the wing. I said, “If any of them fly away, you’re buying me replacements, right?”

He said, “No.”

And then I beat him up until he agreed to sign a contract stating that if any of my legos were lost, the company would replace them.

Dream 2:

I was in my house, going to take a shower. I came down the stairs wrapped in a blanket (the one my gran made). I set it on the floor of the bathroom, and turned on the water.

The bathroom was odd. For some reason, there were two toilets. The shower nozzle attached to something under the wall light for water, and it was leaking. There was more water on the floor than going to the shower.

Dream 3:

There was a diablo 2 waypoint in my back yard, and the stony ridge fest was going on. Jorenko, Zraven, Squee, and I were slaying monsters in the middle of it. Some of the monsters were peddling wares, so I got me a new NES and two wario games.

Some of the monsters were sleeping snakes coiled in boxes. Break the box, and they come after you. The boxes were all different sizes.

I just had a dream I held a dying man in my arms.

It started, we were in an arcade. Many of my friends an I loved the games in this three story arcade. We often wondered why they’d closed the two basement levels – five stories of games would be great. The old guy who worked there, Bade, would often chase us away when we hung around the stairs. We’d never been nice to Bade, and he’d never been nice to us – At one point in the past, he’d shot me in the arm for trespassing.

We finally saw he was distracted, so we bolted down the stairs. We had stolen a key, too, so we could get through all the doors. We were all gamers, this was a game to us.

Bade was an old man, so we knew he couldn’t keep up with us, but he shouldn’t have taken this long to chase us out…

We kept looking around, there were curling rinks and bowling lanes down here. We looked in several lockers, and we found giant Monopoly pieces for the big Monopoly board.

It started to worry me that Bade hadn’t found us yet. I walked back to look, my friends shouted at me, “You wanna get shot again?!” but I kept going.

And I found him. He was lying on the ground next to the seats by the bowling lanes. He was moving only slightly.

I asked him if we was okay, and he said, “No . .. no, I can’t feel my left side.”

I straighten him out and put my jacket under his head to give him some support and make him more comfortable, and I notice his head is bloody.

I shouted at my friends and told them to get help, to bring me their coats and such. I held Bade’s head in my lap, and I was becoming covered in blood.

Most of the kids just stared, no one ran. A few gave me things to soak up the blood and apply pressure.

The other kids were happy that Bade was dying. They had finally won the game.

Bade said to me, weakly, and all other sounds seemed to die out, “Why are you helping me? After all I’ve done, I’ve even shot you.”

I replied, “This is a game I do not want to win,” and then I turned to my “friends” and shouted, “SOMEONE GOT GET HELP!”

I guess the distress in my voice finally convinced them of something—some were afraid of me, a couple ran. I turned back to Bade, and he was whispering things now, just mutterings.

I spoke to him, “I don’t want you to die, Bade. I don’t want my friends to have this hanging on their heads, that when a man died, they stood and laughed. I don’t want my friends that evil…”

A priest/healer came some time later to look him over, but it was beyond his control. Bade had had a stroke, and injured himself too greatly in the fall. Nothing could be done from the start, but I had tried anyway.

Bade was still in my arms then, he started muttering words in song. His eyes closed, his arms went limp at his side … and a small green orb flew from his chest and started glowing as it was sent off.

I reached for it, and my friends thought I was crazy for reaching at nothing.

Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

Freestyle roleplay means we all had superpowers. SHINY ICE POWERS ACTIVATE.

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Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

An annoying toaster, improperly disposed of by a Jorenko.

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Dream 1. Corkies LARPing Earthbound.

Dream 2. (WHOOOO SNOW outside, just noticed) Anyhoo, Jorenko and I were walking around this house or summat, and when we got to the backyard, there was a competition of sorts going on, and Mike Shapiro was hosting it.

Dream 3. Someone named Lucy and I were hired to paint a mural on some garage doors to a place. She and I never met, we worked in shifts. I started with an image of Link, then she painted one of her own, but she wrote things next to it like a lamer, and that irritated me. She painted up messages to me. Then she asked me to start doing her work. ARG.

I wish I had my peach marker, but Cammi has it. BLAAAAH! Damn you, Katsuconfusion!

Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

Stereotypical surly receptionist, Wap Quoire. She’s an elf or something.

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*insert Ohio State/Michigan football jokes here*
Mary: Hey isn’t Amanda going to an art institute soon?
Tom: Yeah, the Art Institute of Chicago.
Mary: How’s their football team? HAW HAW!
Tom: They haven’t finished drawing it yet! HAW HAW HAW!

(editors note: I never attended or applied for the Art Institute, I was duped by a degree mill)

A high school teacher once said to me, “Teenagers don’t have REAL problems.” I never believed a word of it. All problems are real, at the time that they occur. Looking back, we may laugh on some of the things we’ve done, though we may not have been laughing at the time. Just like now, when we disgrace a national tragedy with a poorly executed historical fiction based on it, it will be done with current events … But these national things, as important as they are … bear no relevance to us. The pressure put on by peers is what is important now. The daily goals we set when we’re young are great things, and will change when the time is right. You have no idea how great it is to not have to deal with other people surrounding you, people you may or may not like, people with similar or dissimilar interests. But you will know, and that’s the best thing about it. When you go to college, at least you’ll be with people who are like-minded, rather than just the people who may live around you.

*** Cammi Quit (Quit: yo momma was a rareware scriber!)
[schnorks> ?!?!
[Schroe> ! That’s what they’ll say to my kids!
[schnorks> hehe :) Except it’ll be a compliment!
[Schroe> YEAH!

[Schroe> One day, I walked to town
[Schroe> You did not
[Schroe> Did too
[Schroe> Oh, shut up
[Schroe> You were there.
[Schroe> You never go anywhere without me
[Schroe> Maybe I did and I didn’t tell you
[Schroe> Quit lying
[Schroe> Screw you
[Schroe> Bah.

microwaves make the molecules vibrate back and forth and makes things heat up fast kinda like the way super man escaped and ice cube one time

Or I could be completely wrong

on both accunts

It’s six am

fuck you too