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

Well fuck that. Music recylery isn’t buying/trading right now.

http://www.google.com/press/zeitgeist.html :o

After Jorenko and I had finished watching some ReBoot episodes, I hit play on Winamp. The song was “Yoko Kanno – Adieu” from Cowboy Bebop.

Long distance relationships suck.

He never sees it, but I cry every time I have to say goodbye.

I don’t know what to hate myself more for: Falling in love and moving away, or making him fall in love with me and moving away.

It’s kinda hard to beleive that we’ve been together over a year already, and that most of that has been 250 miles apart.

Life both sucks and rules.

I had a dream that I lived in a three bedroom appartment with a bunch of people with “problems.”

The appartment was actually owned by a rather rude gay couple, who liked to rub it in people’s faces that they were only in this appartment because of their “kindness.” They stayed in the larger room, and had a kitchenette of their own.

One of the other rooms was occupied by a young man and his younger sister who had run away from an abusive home. The young man was around 18, while the girl was around 8.

I was granted the largest room in there because I needed the largest space. I had two children, twins.

Red is the gay couple’s room. Green is the young man’s room. Blue is my room. Yellow is the bathrooms. Cyan is the kitchens. Magenta is living room/loung areas.

My children, one male, one female, named Brendon and Melissa, dressed and blue and purple, went with me everywhere. (This is the only similarities with Home Movies that you’ll see.) Melissa had earned the nickname “Noah” from Dennis. I don’t know why, but whenever he saw her, he’d call her “Noah,” and make comments about Noah’s ark and such. Many people ignored Brendon, and often forgot his name, just calling him anything that started with a B.

I took very good care of my children. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hated it when my family (not immediate family) came to visit, though. They would always bother me about the obvious, and offer advice on how to raise kids.

One day, the gay couple kidnaps Brendon to torture me. I’m looking all over for him – I check the young man’s room. I wake up his little sister, so I get her a glass of water when she asks for it. The water barely runs from the kitchen faucet, so it took a while. After I put her back to bed, I knock on the gay couple’s door.

They answer, both of them are bleach blonde, one with bishie-short hair, the other with a crew cut. The evade my questions, and giggle slightly. One had been on the computer at ebay.

I return to my room and start searching on ebay. I find a listing for a 3 month old child (Brendon). The seller name is one of the gay men. I storm in and grab my child back from them – they had him on a small matress in their lounge.

A few days or a few months, I couldn’t tell, later, I took the kids to watch the little league game of the little girl’s. Dennis was still calling Melissa “Noah” and he loved making my kids laugh. He was being like a grandpa to them. I asked him to watch my kids while I ran off to the port-a-loo, and when I returned, the kids were not there, not even their carriers, strollers, or bags. Dennis wasn’t there, either, and the others from the appartment had left.

I looked all over the park for them, and couldn’t find them, so I took a bus home.

Back at the appartment, it was silence. The young man and his sister were not home. I knocked on the door to the silent lounge beyond it, where the gay couple stayed. They didn’t answer, so I barged in. They were on the couch, making out, and my children were not in sight. I searched all over their room, their bathroom, everything. No sign of the twins.

I was more shocked and confused than worried.

[01:17] * Schroe laughs so hard from tickling Ettin that she falls over laughing.
[01:21] * Ettin raises the couch and climbs out
[01:21] * Schroe falls unconscious
[01:21] * Ettin sits on the couch and sleeps
[01:21] * Schroe vows to give Ettin a serious ass-pounding when she comes to.
[01:22] * Ettin is now wearing metal underpants

http://www.vectorpark.com/levers.html FUN!

[23:45] [Schroe> Wait a sec …
[23:46] [Schroe> is the @ …
[23:46] [Schroe> … and OPpendage?

I had never met anyone who truly spoke before thinking until I met Maria.

schroe is a dimensional traveler and owner/ leader of the corkie commune
schroe is reached
schroe is a big collection of
schroe is the new site maintainer mentioned in the latest what’s new
schroe is going have to delete one of these posts
schroe is my friend

amanda is
amanda is ready and waiting for
amanda is pretty or

amanda schroeder is glad to take advantage of the uhsc for many reasons

I had a dream about Dennis’ – I was playing a pinball game right by the door. I was doing so well on it that it was like, “Why am I even playing? I don’t even like the cheering.” Yes, people were watching and congratulating me on a game well played.

Dennis then came in with his brother. (hH doesn’t have a brother in real life, not that I know of at least.) I’m ushered over to the dancing games, because that’s what I’m supposed to be playing.

I passed up the PIU machine for the flashier display next to it – Technomotion. The deal with this setup was amazing. You selected songs by physically walking through a display of hanging banners, grabbing the banner you wanted, and taking it to the DJ.

Someone picked a song for me; It was something I’d never heard of. The song started, and I got a glimpse of the board on a huge screen – this game was so intricate that you not only had to hit the step, you had to hit it on the correct sensor.

After the kid who challenged me and I finish the song, both passing, I with a higher grade, I ask him what level that was. “Oh, six or seven.”

I leave to look for the next song, and, while browsing, I see Traci D. (Strangely, she did not say “I know!” through the entire thing.) She and I caught up on the details of life. I showed her my “replacement Squee” which was some guy I was hanging out with. RS and I walk TD to the back door, where little Dennis lets her out. The back room that leads out was also a lift, which kinda freaked me out.

Back to the game now, someone stole my song. I wait for the next one, and I ask someone to grab one for me. While someone was browsing through, they hit the sample button for a song. I heard it and looked at the vid screen, where it was showing parts of the video.

The song was Subsonic Digital Electronics by Bass 305 (Though it was called Digital Bass in the dream) and the video was … Reboot. I scream at them to start the song, I want to dance to this.

They grab something else, time expires, and someone else takes my dance. I boo her off the stage in the middle of the song, then walk off.

She goes to bed.

She sits silent for a bit.

She then starts talking about nothing.

She shuts up.

She sniffles.

She coughs.

She tosses.

She turns.

She does this all extra loud.

“Hey, girl, you got the money you owe me?” says Maria.

“…” I reply. “You still owe me for the phone bill.”

“What?!”

Well, that was interesting.

She walks into my room.
“Are you up now? I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh! So how was the party or whatever with your boyfriend? Good, blah? Huh? What? Are you awake? Are you sick?”
She finally shuts up long enough for me to answer, “I’m tired.”
“Oh, you scared me girl, you were like, speechless, okay, so I’ll just go now. Oooh, donuts!”
She looks at the box on my bed, and then at me, expecting me to offer her one. Then she leaves after a brief silence.
There were a lot more words on her part, but I don’t recall the exact ones. Just add a bunch of repetitious nonsense with no space in between sentences to allow another person to answer.

“Puh-lease. This is a FASHION school. Philosophy doesn’t apply to us!”
-Fashion student, IADT, Intro to Philosophy.

Well, my new roommate is moving in at four am.

EDIT: Nope, the message taker was a git. New roomie called, she’s coming in at 10AM

I just took the Hooflerynth Soriting Hat test, brought to you by Sluggy Freelance – I’m in the Poinginoh! “You are very curious. Why is that? Oooh, SHINY!” It’s blue and there’s a poinging kiki on it.

Last Night’s Dreams:

The dream started at some awards show. I was the lighting/stage crew, so I began tearing everything down after it had finished. People had forgotten things behind the stage, such as t-shirts and music stands. People had returned their shirts, too, because they were too small. I gave them new ones.

I walked home from the event with Jorenko. A man steps up to us and asks us for money. I keep walking, but Jorenko slows down. I turn around, grab Jorenko, and say, “Let’s go.” The man follows us, and I grab Jorenko’s Leatherman, and threaten the man to back off, or I’ll cut him. He goes.
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Make the hurting stop.

I love my kitty.