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

I hate it when drawn characters have breasts bigger than their heads, and still manage to keep balanced in a fight.

The kitchen smells like three week rotted food because Candice never does her dishes. She’s too busy dirtying more dishes to notice. She uses up her clean ones, then uses up our clean ones, and then lets them sit in their own mildewy filth.

I washed them all. I said to her, “That is the last time I’m doing other people’s dishes.” She’ll probably retort with something alluding to my dirty room.

I should remind you that my “dirty room” is nothing more than books and clothes strewn about, not old food and dishes left to fester.
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I had a dream about a game.

I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the currents. Ms. Milly Prower, our savior, had devised machines to create currents and stop currents. This way, even in our flooded world, we could build in the shallow waters and not fear for the supports being wiped out from under us.

An alarm chimed, not a loud or aggresive one, just a polite warning that the boat/car we were in would soon be submerging. I went below deck and took my seat. They were serving dinner then. I looked out the window into the waters, and watched the fish swim by. Then I watched the fish get caught in a huge net, along with hundreds of other fish.
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On cartoon network, they just accidentally showed a minute from Mission Hill instead of a commercial during a children’s movie

I decided to cut class tonight. I didn’t have the work done, so I decide just to not go. There’s no real penalty in it.

I decided to get lunch/dinner at the House of Blues. Since it was dinner time, they had a band up on stage.

I ordered, and waited for my food. Boredom hit me, so I broke out the charcoal and did a portrait of the man on stage playing the electric violin. It looked grrrrreat.

After dinner, I had to use the restroom. The attendant in there looked through my sketchbook and liked my work, and asked if I’d do a portrait of her. I charged her five dollars, and got to drawing.

While I was drawing, another woman came in and looked over my shoulder. She asked if I had a card, and I told her no. She handed me one of her cards.

She works for the House of Blues Hotel. She wants me to call her on Monday and discuss doing artwork for her.

Schroe Dot Org (12:04:09 AM): Some guy hit on me tonight and asked my name. I said “Mrs. Jurack” :P
J Jorenko (12:04:38 AM): Like the sound of that, do you? If not, I’ll just bounce you til you do.

Damn that bitch.

She still hasn’t done her dishes from weeks ago. Not only that, it’s 10:47 AM and she’s drunk off her box of Corona, which she finished by herself this morning.

The ending of the birthday episode of Mission Hill made me cry. The part where Kevin’s just sitting there alone in the empty house.

Candice used some of my milk without asking. Bitch. And it wasn’t just some. It was HALF THE FUCKING JUG.

Okay, I’m a very lazy, sloppy, messy person, who really doesn’t care if her room looks like a pack of wild geese have been through it

So you know it’s pretty serious when I get pissed about cleanliness issues.

The dishes have been sitting there for five days.

CLEAN YOUR FUCKING DISHES, CANDICE.

Update 1: Family friendly dream:

Some company was testing some radioactive shite, and somehow, this related to planet of the apes. There was also a game in which one must escape without being seen by the guards. Tough game, I say! They made it damned near impossible. The guards were WW2 gestapo types.

I’m tired, I’ve got a headache, and I’ve got a lot of shit to deal with.

And the one thing that’ll make it allllll better is 250 miles away.

[Aqua> It’s that ham show on tv! YAY!
[Geno> ham?
[Aqua> hamtaro!
[Geno> ugh kill it, hamtaro gives good shows a bad name
[Aqua> But it’s too cute. I feel enslaved.
[Geno> FIGHT IT OR I WILL EAT YOUR CHILDREN
[Schroe> You already ate one billion of his children last night.
[Schroe> …
* Schroe runs away.
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It has often been my theory that if you don’t go outside, nothing will go wrong.
Then I moved to Chicago.

Whatever the reason, clog in the system, too much water in the pipes, or maybe my toilet was magically clogged without anyone using it – The toilet overflowed.

I’m not talking about “Filling to high and evening out.”

I’m talking “Filling to high, overflowing, and soaking the carpet in a five foot radius of the door, and even more in the foam padding under the carpet.” Read the rest of this entry »

So some guys from the arcade walked me home, ‘cos I kinda passed out on the machine.

J Jorenko: :O

I’m not going back for a while -_-

J Jorenko: You know what that means. You’re starting to run out of fat to burn, or something completely unrelated to that, even!

Troy, one of the regs at the arcade, got me hooked on a new song, so I kept playing it over and over and over.
He was mad at me because I aced the hard part :P
After a while, I took a break, and he asked me if I needed a drink. I’m not one to take freebies, so I said I was fine :|

J Jorenko: And you dehydrated and pooped

Yeah. I didn’t really pass out, I just fell over. People watchin’ caught me so I didn’t hit the floor. I sat in the corner for a half hour, then went home.

The dream started with Jorenko and I sitting on my bed. He was watching me play Diablo II, trying to distract me. I kept yelling at him, because he wasn’t supposed to be there, he was supposed to be somewhere else. I was getting really pissed off at him, but I couldn’t remember what it was he was supposed to be doing.

Then an IM window popped up on my screen from Ettin. Ettin was asking where Jorenko was. Why on earth would Ettin be asking where Jorenko is?

Apparently they’d planned a surprise visit, and Jorenko had forgotten to pick Ettin up from the airport. Ettin managed to get on AIM somewhere. We were both rather pissed off at Jorenko then.

So Jorenko goes off to get Ettin. (We’re all humans in this dream, mind. Our normal, real life selves.) I run off to my closet to change. While I’m picking out the best outfit to wear, Jorenko returns with Ettin. I slam the closet door shut, and yell, “I’m changing!” Ettin opens up the closet door while I’m half-naked and says, “HI SCHROE!”

I smacked him good.

[Jeff> I remember you seemed oddly amused by a toothpaste commercial. Once again, none of that is fabricated. Your dreams are always bloody and interesting, mine are just… illogical and weird. Fun, though :D
[Schroe> That just reminded me of something. I’m a warez dealer at school now. Some guy wrote down his phone number for me to tell him when I have his CDs done. He wrote it on a gum wrapper. I set it in my marker tin and went back to class. For some reason, I felt really really ill for a while. Then I sniffed the air. He wrote his name on a doublemint gum wrapper. I stuffed it away, deep in my bag and I felt fine. I can’t be around mint. I can’t even SMELL mint without feeling sick.

So, basically, this guy says I have to like him the way he is, or not like him at all – but I’m not allowed to not like him, because if I don’t like him, he’ll want to talk about it until I do like him.

My towers are built again, using stones from the ruins.

But now, I watch all of them, from the top of the tallest.

The townsfolk build their houses around my towers, but they do not answer to me.

I do not ask them to.

My towers are tall, sturdy; they won’t fall for a while.

But now is the time to build more towers, of newer material. It’s hard to work with a stone I do not know.

When someone’s a prick of a gamer, pulling lame playstyles and pissing everyone off, yet manages to be a perfectly fine person elsewhere, you simply don’t game with them., and everything’s fine.

Until they decided to bring that prickdom into normal chatting.

The dream started with me finding a snake in my room. My room was not this apartment nor my home in Ohio, but another apartment of my own. The snake was a red and yellow one, with black spots. He never tried to bite me, ever, but I still held him by the neck ‘n’ stuff. The snake would slither all over my room; I wouldn’t lock him up unless people were over.

One day, he went missing. I cried when I couldn’t find him, so I left my room too look elsewhere in the building for him.

Oh my, it’s the commune. Everything’s done up in a retro-futuristic style. I walk to a room with red, oddly designed chairs. They looked modern-artish. I hate modern art :\ Read the rest of this entry »

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The stupidity of people never ceases to amaze me.

You bitch about no one paying attention to you when you’re depressed over some issue that no one cares about.

And then you force the people who were ignoring you to undergo pestering from friends just so they’ll like you again.

Congrats, you’ve proven yourself unlikable twice.

Inside a giant melon, scraping fruity syrup form the walls, eating melon. yum.