There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
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…
Jet Grind Radio rules.
So she eats a donut without asking. I ask her to not—I wish she’d shut up so I can fucking concentrate on what I’m typing—I ask her to not do it again. She says I’m overreacting, it’s just a donut. If she’d asked, I’d have no problem. But she took it the moment I left…
I’m only up right now because Maria doesn’t know how to quietly open and close doors.
I had a dream I went to Dennis’ Place for Games, only it didn’t look like the ones out here. It was larger, less crowded, and brighter. Pump It Up was in the middle, but it was compact. The single stage was pushed under the cabinet, and I had to pull it out. Then I…
I really, really, really hate it when people think that giving generic advice on a specific situation will help matters, or make them look smarter, wiser, and more experienced – especially when it’s unwanted and un-asked for.
Well, Maria’s back here. She went straight home from school because she wanted money, or so she says. She called her parents to pick her up from downtown. I bet she just got lost/confused.
Just thought I should mention that Maria and I were late for class yesterday because she spent 45 minutes on her hair. She and I had class at the same time, so I figured I’d teach her how to use public transportation. That’s right, she never knew how to use it. I explained to her…
Chicago was flooded. “Jefferson” street was slowly becoming a river. It was shallow, but swimable. A bridge had been built over it, but the supports to that were crumbling. I stood, waiting, watching. People shopped around in the city slowly becoming Venice. Others swam in the forming channels. One woman and several others stood upon…
Legalise, regulate, and tax the hell out of prostitution.
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 often wonder how much, if at all, Maria thinks before she speaks; or does she prefer to narrate her process of incorrectly generalizing what she’s just heard?
How many people take into account the muscle structure of chicken as they’re eating it?
she wakes me up to ask if I’ve got mascara, when it is clear that I don’t wear make-up. By clear I mean that it is not only physically, but I verbaly told her that I do not wear make up three or so days ago.
Jorenko 47 danced with Cheddar Cheese and now Schroe 47 hates Cheddar.
The air seems as cluttered as my desk with all this noise.
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…
We moved the PREX machine; it’s facing a different way. The 2nd-player side of the stage is next to the window, so when people look in, they have a better view. I was the first to play on the new setup and it was damned cool. In Another Truth on Doubles, there’s a part where…
Someone asked me how I could believe in a higher power and not believe in “God”. Conversation as follows. Me: Name something you’re good at. Him: Drawing. Me: Name someone better than you. Him: You. Me: Name someone better than me. Him: Edward Aldrich. Me: Name someone better than him. Him: I dunno, Van Gogh?…
Toad just reminded me how much I hate Rare for changing Joanna. The image gallery he linked to reminds me of a porn shoot. — I loved Perfect Dark. It was the greatest game ever, and that was partially because the main character was not a fucking bimbo. Joanna was a competent agent, short haired,…
I don’t want to deal with either one of them, but only one of them respects my wish to be left out of it. The other keeps trying to drag me into it. — I moved to Chicago because I hoped to mingle with other cultures and learn more about the world. I get stuck…