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

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.

*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.

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!

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.

[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

Have you ever sat and thought about everything?

Seriously, have you just sat, and figured what you meant to the world?

You don’t mean anything.

But you mean a lot to people around you.