There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
Originally created 21 September 2002. The final project for Graphic Design I at the art academy I attended was to make a book. Not only did we have to write a story, we had to construct the book. The only limitation we had were the subject matter. We could either have an autobiography, or a…
I usually go about my life assuming that people do not care about me or what I do. This is easy for me to handle because the amount of people who could possibly care account for such a minuscule fraction of the total population. Knowing this, I am usually content. However, this mindset assures me…
This is the third time I’ve had a dream where Jorenko is Neo. Neo was sent back in time to help something in the 1970s, but he was having trouble. Upon entry into the 1970s, he landed in some telephone wires. He struggled in them, but didn’t die from crossed wires. (I remember saying in…
I just got off the phone with Kurt, the landlord of our nice little shithell apartment. I had called because of Maria. Just under a week ago, Maria accidentally broke Ashley’s baking stone, an expensive piece of cookware. An honest mistake made while she was cleaning, and a replacement was to be ordered right away….
Gash: If you want to get down to it, our perception of reality is only a series of electrical impressions interpreted by our brain, so how do you know what you are seeing, smelling, tasting, feeling and hearing is actually what is there? Kind of mind-boggling, don’t you think? Yengwa: No, not really. All of…
I had a dream we were moving. Mom, Dad, and I only, though. Tony wasn’t there, but my parents were insisting on getting everything packed up right away. We had just locked up several things in a mausoleum, and my parents had taken special care to place traps with those things. Returning to packing, I…
She just walked in, looked in the mirror, said “Trust me, girl, I know.” Then she waits a brief moment and tries to start up the conversation we just had wherein she didn’t detect I insulted her intelligence. So I went on and insulted her intelligence, and she didn’t get any of it. I explained…
Maria: (insert long one-sided conversation about nothing in particular in which she repeats herself five or so times) “… haha, you’re so funny, you’re like, ‘Ah! Our school’ and you hide behind the door, haha, the commercial for our school comes on and you’re-” Me: “Yes, I understand that you find my actions humorous, but…
I don’t know about the plot of this dream, or even if there was one, but it was loosely based on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (or however it’s spelt) There were dementors chasing me (I replaced Harry) around. Herm- *cough* Ms. Granger was played by Ashley, and was obsessed with checking the…
I’m fairly certain this one started in the middle of something, because that’s where my first memory of it comes in. Some guy (I’m pretty sure it was Jon Dark) and I had just finished fighting of a bunch of armed guards. More were coming, and we had no chance to escape. I look at…
Maria just got back from her weekend trip to her parent’s house. First thing she asks me to do is rat our anything Ashley said to me about her. I told her to leave me alone. She was shocked. She then tried to convince me that it was alright for me to tell her anything…
Dream 1 was the steps to Muhon on crazy. Seriously. I dreamt the steps to Solitary. Might have something to do with the eight hours of Pump It Up yesterday. Dream 2, I was in Ohio, in an apartment that resembled my Aunt Mary’s from a while ago. I was a bit angry at my…
“You’re my witness,” she says to me, and grabs my forearm. I yank it back and say, “No.” She looks at me, confused. “I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t there for any of it. I’m not part of this, do not bring me into it.” She was shocked that I wouldn’t agree with her.
More on the roommate situation: I was wrong about Maria trying to fight with Ashely. What had happened was Anna, a friend of Ashley’s, came over and tried to fight with Maria. I could hear most of the conversation, and, basically, Anna was trying to fight for Ashley’s “rights” that Maria had supposedly violated. (things…
Alright, here’s the deal. Ashley is paying twice as much to get one room of the apartment all to herself. Maria’s trying to start a fight with her over the manner in which she announced it. Lametria’s still a fucktard, and thankfully, doesn’t live here. Ashley had planned to have a room to herself before…
Maria asks me if Ashley’s mad at her. I tell her I don’t know. She then asks if I have any idea what could make her mad. I mention the beer bottles that have been sitting there all weekend. “They aren’t mine, they aren’t Ashley’s. Someone’s got to clean up after themselves.” Maria’s response: “They’re…
I don’t remember much, but it started with started with my confusion as to why there were several technology related things hanging on a wall in our apartment (though it didn’t look like my current one). I asked Ashley if they were hers, and she said no. I looked at one item, an indigo-cased photo…
She knocks on the door and exclaims that she’s in a “fucking hurry,” then adds seven more unneeded sentences. She won’t shut up. I finally say, “Are you going to stop talking for a second so I can answer?” “Well, it looked like you were thinking.” “I knew the answer to your question before you…
The first dream started with me in my room. It’s surprisingly clean, but when I walk over to open my door, it split near the hinges. Well, shit. I shout outside to the others in the apartment, which includes Ashley, her friend Mike, Kara, and another white guy. I ask, “Does anyone want to explain…
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…
[01:45] [Ettin> Please talk to me. I’m lonely. [04:04] [Schroe[Sheepies]> You’re lucky. I’m going to fucking puke soon, so I’m wide awake. Not only that, Maria knocked loudly on my door a while ago for no fucking reason, and didn’t even stay in front of it when I got to answering it. I just sat…
After watching Resident Evil, ending at around 2:30 AM, and then going straight to bed afterward, I knew I’d have weird dreams. I was in a theater, or auditorium of some sort. Someone on stage had just finished speaking, and now people were injecting themselves with something. Considering the intro info I gave, you’d expect…
My brain is screaming at me. No, it’s not pain … it’s more like my soul is screaming at me. [I remember enough about the early part to give you full detail on the location of everything I set down in the stall when I was using the bathroom in this dream, but it doesn’t…
A DREAM!!! I don’t remember much about the beginning, but my parents were involved. We ended up at a Verizon store, and my dad was purchasing accessories for his startac phone. For whatever reason, he bought a bronze suit and tie to match his bronze phone. They bought me a gold phone with a new…
The dream began with a woman outside hanging laundry. The woman looked to be in her early twenties. She had somewhat pointed ears, with straight black hair pushed behind them. She wore a white dress with a lavender bodice. Judging from the laundry that was being hung, she was recently made a mother. As she…