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

White Boe Dies

It’s not that I enjoy talking to walls . . . it’s that I enjoy convincing the wall that it’s a floor.

I had a dream that Jorenko and I were in a hotel, a four story hotel, trying to find room 433. We climbed the stairs to floor four, as the numbers usually start with whatever floor their on, and we find that floor four has two digit numbered doors, and they start with 5 (we walked up to 57 at first.) We walk a floor below, and find the entire place is wooden, and there’s toys everywhere, but no doors. There stairs were a giant jumble.

The end.

I had a dream that I was at my grandmother’s house, but it was her old kitchen, the one she had before she had it remodeled. I was cooking/cleaning there for some reason. There was a knock at the door, and, for some reason it was Ettin. (Human, so Paul, I guess.) And he was shorter than me. I gave him snacks to munch on while he waited for whatever he was waiting for. Ah, we were waiting for Jorenko to return.

Once Jorenko arrived, we played some sort of game, and Ettin kept score on a piece of paper. He scanned it to make copies on the wrong scanner. The scanner he used was reserved for the school. (I don’t know.)

Later, we went outside. My family was there, The total group outside was Ettin, Jorenko, me (whoever I was.) Schroe (Amanda Schroeder), Aunt E, Mother, Grandmother, and a few others that were in a group to the side. This is what made me realize that the view I had was not through the eyes of Amanda Schroeder.

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I had a dream I was a character in an RPG, one of the party. The story started in a small village (as they all do) Where villains within where tossed over the gates in such a manner that they became were beasts once outside.

Josh , someone I went to high school with, was in this dream as an honest farmer blamed for the murder of a mill worker. He was thrown over the gates.

A group of fur traders from the north came into the village to sell furs. They were selling them cheap, so everyone went to look the best furs. While looking in the pile, I noticed a few of the furs had man-like faces, but distorted to look like an animal.

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Last night I had a dream that Gordon Freeman, Junior Soprano, and I were escaping some sort of gated community, and we hitched a ride on some electric commuter train. They had set up wooden planks in the tunnel to knock us off if we didn’t duck. I was the only one who made it.

Dreams last night:
1. A pikmin controlling a team of Olimers
2. Burgling a rich neighborhood in a half-life map, using only crossbows.
3. Working at a Pikmin Golf Pro-Shop

I had a dream with a lot of Indian taxi drivers, an Arabic traveling salesman, and . . . pikmin?! It had pikmin in it. I remember how it started now . .
I was running around a pikmin simulation, collecting things, and the Arabic traveling salesman came by. All my friends took off their pikmin suits and ran to buy “Toffic,” whatever the hell that was. The bus the salesman had had signs with “TOFFIC TOFFIC TOFFIC” over the top. So we all got in line at the side, and when it was my turn, they were out of Toffic. So I bought Parasite Eve for Gamecube from him instead. He tried to sell me Pikmin as well, but I already had it. I also paid for some Toffic and he said he’d leave me a plate when he left. So I ran off to talk to my friends, and when he left, I got my Toffic, which was mashed potatoes, rice, and icing-coated pastries. Wild rice, the long grain stuff, not white rice.

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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)

Schroe Dot Org (04.17.56): Hatt to your left!
Schroe Dot Org (04.18.00): Cheetah to your right!
Aussie Ben Work (04.18.01): eh?
Aussie Ben Work (04.18.06): I see.
Schroe Dot Org (04.18.07): The geckos are behind you!
Schroe Dot Org (04.18.10): RUN OR FIGHT!
Aussie Ben Work (04.18.13): right.
Schroe Dot Org (04.19.43): * Cheetah eats you

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Jorenko says I should make JFGPC using a full sheet of the Juno sprites.

I had a dream that a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in a long while came over. Imagine Joanna Dark, about 16-17 years old. In the dream, I was around 18-19. She came over, and we just sat in my room and talked. It turned out that she had run away from home, her mother just giving her too much pressure.
Later in the day, her mother came over, and started bitching up a storm. I said to her, “Just calm down a second, there’s something I want to show you.” I walked back into my room, the friend hiding in the corner. I grabbed a dragon-hilt dagger from my desk, and left my room. Luckily, the mother was facing the other way. I stabbed her in the back once, just below the shoulder blade. She screamed, and I said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be all over, soon . . . ”
She tried to run away, down the stairs. I grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her to the ground. I thought to myself, “She’ll bleed to much. Oh well.” and grabbed a sword from behind my couch. I unsheathed it and thrust it into her chest, killing her.
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I had a dream last that that was rather … odd.

It started when we went to a Taco Bell. This Taco Bell was odd in two ways. One, it only servers nachos with chicken and white onions. Two, the restaurant was someone’s house. They were a bit busy, so I went in to the house and what see? Cammi works there! Oddly enough, we walk outside just for the hell of it. While we’re traversing the docks, we notice that we’re unbelievably close to Cedar Point. So I begin explaining all the rides to her. The rides look nothing like their real life counterparts, but I explain them to Cammi as if they were. We get closer to the fence of Cedar Point and peer in. While looking in, we somehow ARE in. Inside, we met up with Cobra. We went inside one of the many buildings, and it was a daycare of some sort. Cobra went into the lower levels to pester a pair of prats, and I remained on the upper deck. Read the rest of this entry »

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