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

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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Um, yeah. After watching the invader Zim episode, “TAK: the Hideous New Girl” I felt the urge to draw this.

My family was on a bus. Father was driving, I was sitting near the front, and the rest were behind, along with many other people. It wasn’t my normal family, though. The father wasn’t my dad, the mother wasn’t my mom, I wasn’t me, and I had two younger siblings. I was the oldest of three children, and had a younger brother, and an even younger sister.

We were in the bus to drive the families to their new homes. A small fat child appeared out of nowhere, and introduced himself as Clout. We all shouted for Clout to get out, but he wouldn’t leave. We noticed around us that the world began to change. Clout was forcing us through different dimensions. The lands looked basically the same, but small details would be different.
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The first dream I remembered until five minutes ago, when Amy decided that she needed to make a phone call with the cordless phone in the room I’m sleeping in, even though the other two large rooms were empty.

The second dream began with the end of everything as we know it. And then, everything became based on color. Old religion was gone, and instead, people worshiped the God of Red, god of Black, etc. People would dress accordingly to their faith. Jorenko and I worshiped the god of Blue, which makes much sense. We often fought with the God of Yellow’s people. We were allies with the God of Black’s people. And, for whatever reason, I was the leader of the Blue peoples. Jorenko and I bounced a lot in this dream, but that’s to be expected since I miss him so damned much.

First dream had something to do with Alan, a guy in my classes at school. I still can’t remember a damned thing . . . And Amy’s asking if she can use my hairbrush. She’s lost hers, and instead of looking for it, she wants to use mine.

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

Cammi (who was supposed to transfer to my school and be my roommate but didn’t) and TNG (TheNintenGenius). TNG was another scientist, though not as mad as that octopus.

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

I’m colourin’ this guy.

I was looking out a window at two people, a guy and a girl, struggling in the water. They made it to a dock, and I threw fishing line out the window. “When I get a fish, climb up!” I said. The first fish I caught was a piranha, and I said, “You’re lucky it didn’t get you in the water!” I shook it from the line and caught another fish. They climbed up and inside. I said, “You should ask Chad for the recording of this show.”
One of them replied, “He’s already got it online.”
“The old version, yes,” I said. “You need the new one.”

I slightly remember one of my dreams, where everything on my monitor was shifting to the right.

Bitch Amy wakes me up by screaming about how she’s late for an interview.

I had a dream I was visiting home, and doing laundry. I folded a pair of socks, and stuffed them into my travel bag. I get dressed into my normal outfit, and put on a coat. Mom and I go somewhere, and drive back in a blue viper. She drops me off at Kroger’s with my satchel, and my Zim lunchbox. I walk around Kroger’s, and it’s suddenly ten times better than it used to be, it’s like a whole mall now, but all the cash registers are in the front. I walk to the back, where the Hot Topic is (in real life, there is no hot topic in Kroger’s) and it’s not there, just the leftover merchandise. Everything’s on clearance. I look for a new lunchbox to hold a digital camcorder I got from my grandmother (Nana has one, but I don’t think I’ll ever get it from her).
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For some reason, I just felt like all my dreams were like an episode of scooby doo

It’s Scissors! Tee hee!

It was a Brazil type dream. I show up for work or something in this large, ornate room with some sort of statue at the center. I never got a good look at it. I was dressed in a long coat and a white swimsuit. Over the swim suit, I had a dress. I headed toward the public unisex bathrooms of the place, and tried to find a stall that had a working toilet. No luck. I went to go leave, but everyone had to leave by walking through this anti-septic pit. It was thick and gooey, and it looked just plain gross. People were in it, struggling their way through. There was a guy at the edge trying to get girls to go through nude or topless. I brushed him off and went through. When I got out, Jorenko was waiting for me. We went into the coat room to get our stuff. While he was searching for his coat and some other thing, I was wiping the goo off my coat and hair. He finally got his stuff, but decided not to wear his coat, even though it was really cold outside. Outside, there was a truck with posters all over the inside, and boxes of them, too. I stole a poster, even though I didn’t know what it said.
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I was sitting in a city square, listening to someone speak of a fair outside town, and telling use how to get there by bus. None of the people in attendance wanted to go by bus. Once the rally was over, we all started running. I ran much faster than everyone else.
While everyone was on this one road, I hopped up a bit to another road, and then again to another. The roads were on the side of a mountain, with trees between them. The top road, which I was now on, was next to a farm. I was distracted for a moment, and was hit by a car from behind. The blow tossed me toward the side of the road, where I grabbed at the fence next to me. I could barely move.

The fence was electric. I got quite a jolt from it, but the disturbance caught the attention of the farmer’s tomboy daughter. She came out and looked at me, she had long, blondish/brown hair, tied back. She was ready to call some form of animal control, but I spoke.
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This one was rather strange. All the people were drawn in the Batman the Animated series style, because that’s what it was, a BtAS episode. The Joker killed himself by jumping into a river. Things started to come up missing and other bad things were being done. But it wasn’t the Joker, he was dead!

I went searching around where the Joker took his life, and hooray, I found a secret entrance in the rocks. It was small , and you’d have to be pretty tiny to squeeze in, but I got in. It was part of the sewer system, and it smelled awful.

The Joker was hiding in a surveillance room down the way, and saw me coming. He greeted rather warmly, and kept me in the sewers with him for a while.
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This was not a good dream. This was a great dream.

Nickelodeon. They had just started a new game show, and I was part of it somehow, behind the scenes. The game was a “safer version of real life that educates children on the dangers of the world.” The dangers of the world being the demons and undead beyond the city walls. The children go in, choose a character, and begin playing Diablo II, though that is not what it’s called in the dream, as Diablo II’s world is their real world.

After a while, the market for the game skyrocketed, and people would pay (or be paid) to have their custom designs in the game. This was good, seeing as I was the artist. More money for me. After a few years, I grew tired of the secure job, and sought adventure.
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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.

And thus ends the highschool comics.

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Schroe Dot Org (11:48:28 PM): you = good people
Cammiluna (11:48:56 PM): me = good people = thanks to great people like you

I’ve been overrun by lamers who see me on the users list and instantly think I want to be their friend as much as they want to be mine. They IM me after chats and have absolutely nothing to say. They start a conversation and want me to carry it. I, of course, then lead them to think that I’m not interesting.

They think my interests ride solely on a love of Zim. They think I’m as lame a fannie as them. They think I enjoy making up stories about irken sex, WHEN THERE CLEARLY IS NO SUCH THING. People who refute logic for the sake of making their characters and perverse ideas come forth . . . spoiling a show’s ideas for their own enjoyment. SURE! It’s all in good fun. I don’t find it fun, yet they throw fits when I tell them this after the fifth fecking slash image they’ve shoved in my face in the past three minutes . . .
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House. Except she’s on the side of one. Hooray for graffiti, etc. I was bored today, so I took out a ball point and drew this pretty lady from scratch. I want her pants.

I drew the sketch at the lake, and photoshopped intermittently during the day.

This dream was really cool.

It had to have been an RPG, because I kept seeing an overhead map to show my location. It had to be only a part of the RPG, because I was only in one location with a caravan.

They were stuck in their location, they had no engines to move their wagon trains. They would wait for trains to pass on the nearby lines, and they would use some makeshift satellite and hacking utility to contact the engineer of the train via telephone. Once connected to the train, they’d ask the engineer to stop, come back, and let them tag on the end of the train to get out of there. Most of the engineers would refuse, ignore, or outright refuse. One even said, “It’s against our regulations to pick up wagon trains, and it’s illegal for wagon trains to ask!” My response, (I was the phone jockey) Then have them arrest us – they’ll drag our wagons out with us, and we’ll get what we want!”
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It started with two miniature landscapes inside aquariums, for use in a science project. One was to show the effects of erosion as from natural water falling, and the other for man-produced falling water (such as toilets and irrigation). On turned out smooth, while the other turn out more natural and jagged. They filled with water, and the ‘camera’ zoomed in as it started to snow on the natural landscape, and I was swimming in
the puddled waters.

I swam up to an edge, and met with Jorenko, and he joined me in the water. WE SWAM AND STUFF! Then we went
into this mansion and it was cool and we slept. th’nd

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:
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I was herded into a bus, and forced into a seat. I looked around, and saw several others who were forced in as well. I silently gathered my surroundings, viewed the people, and faced forward in my seat. It was a yellow-bus style set up with the seats, and there were a variety of people. In the back, I had seen a young black man, in the middle seats, several white boys aged 13 to 20. I was seated near the front, and behind me, a rather obese man in blue.

The bus went on for a while, and I could tell there was something wrong. Everyone else seemed to be content, as if there were nothing at all wrong with this trip. I remained seated, clutching my bag. I removed what appeared to be a drumstick from my bag, and stuck it in a pocket.
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