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

LINCOLN PARK ZOO is the most ghetto zoo in the world.

I met some artist on the street. He was selling prints and stuff. He let me look through his sketchbook.

He had some Squee fanart :O

I like cheeses.

Dark Garden

Tiny – Eldest chao, belongs to Shadow. He’s purplish-black, and had a unicorn tail with dragon wings for the longest time. He used to wear an eggshell on his head, until Sonic bounced it off of him. Then he wore a pumpkin. Now he doesn’t have a helmet because he’s much cooler looking without it. Tiny eats. A lot. He usually ups 3-4 stamina levels in one sitting, and then he sleeps for a very long time. When he’s not sleeping or eating, Tiny is trailing Shadow everywhere he goes, and always smiling cutely, begging for attention. When another character is tending to their chao, Tiny will often stand back and watch, possibly wondering why he’s not being minded.
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Dream 1 involved SA2. Big surprise.

Dream 2, Jorenko and I were walking around Chicago and to the lake. There was a war going on between two gangs, and they were actually planning it well. Instead of just random hits and such, they had strategically plotted the elimination of each other.

It was kinda fun to watch, since they both succeeded.

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.
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Schroe Dot Org (2:04:18 AM): I want to be 23 forever.
ettin64 (2:04:36 AM): You live in America. That can be arranged. You could freeze yourself or something
Schroe Dot Org (2:05:06 AM): I want to be 23 and not frozen. Forever.
ettin64 (2:05:19 AM): And you’d come out in the year 3000 and you’d see me with my head in a jar. And you’d be like “HAR HAR” and I’d be like “I am the President :OOOO”
Schroe Dot Org (2:05:46 AM): And then I’d kick you and break the jar. And I’d be all “haw haw” n shit
ettin64 (2:06:15 AM): And you’d be like *smashies* and I’d be like “Oh no *dies*” and the cops would be like “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST” And the AOLers wouldd all be like “omfg the prez died” “lol”

I love my kitty.

I’ve been having some really odd dreams.

They’ve all been fluid, telling a story, and very entertaining to me, but I can’t remember any of them.

Half-life crossed with … Chao.

Jorenko, Bane, a few other people and I were playing Half-Life. The map we were one was the same one from a previous dream, but that dream was Quake III.

The player model Jorenko was using was Neo from the Matrix, and, for whatever reason, I was using a fireman in black with the yellow stripe. I can’t remember what Bane was using or any of the other players.

Jorenko kept chasing me and only me around, so I decided to change the player model so he wouldn’t find me easily. I hid, and changed the look to the little fish from SA2 that you can give to your chao.
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Why do people take, “Please leave me alone.” as a cry for attention?

[01:56] [Jeff> Because………. good question, actually
[01:57] [Jeff> Usually they want to know what’s wrong, and then if you tell them they decide it’s their duty to delve deep into this ‘problem’ and solve it for you

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“blah blah”
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Men bitch about girls being so bitchy, yet, quit honestly, IT IS NOT SOMETHING WE CAN ALWAYS CONTROL.

I’m not saying that bitchiness can’t be intended, I’m just saying that PMS is a serious issue that happens to every girl, and in varying degrees, sometimes causing unwarranted hostility.

And we can’t help it.

But you, the people around the girl, can.

How? By not pissing her off, of course!
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That dream definitely had a killing spree. I remember going around warning people that someone was coming to kill them, and I told them to duck, or to run, or whatever. It was in a giant hedge maze. Behind one hedge that looked like a counter was the doctor from Courage the Cowardly dog. A bunch of other people were there, and I remember eating lunch with Ettin, and he spilt his pizza all over himself.

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.

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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