I have had a pretty good childhood, despite having close to no friends whatsoever. However, plenty of weird shit happened to me, at least in the way of things either popping up or just...being there. I'm fairly sure it was all in my head, but when I went through those random experiences peppered throughout my life in the 90s, I felt like it was really there. Oddly enough, much of this was when I was awake, but I can definitely remember dreams I've had when I was asleep.

...well, two, anyway. Remembered them just today, so I thought I'd share.

DREAM ONE: COURAGE TO DIVE

The first one happened probably when I started to watch Nickelodeon a lot. The dream was set in this very sunny, very clear day in the middle of what was presumably an ocean or an inhumanly large swimming pool, as I liked to swim and went to a country club's pool a lot. And FYI, I still like to swim, just not around as many people anymore. Anyway, the dream was this...really shitty 3D, like that bad Mortal Kombat animated "movie." Y'know, that direct-to-video bullshit with the CG? It was kinda like that, but thankfully with more pixels and much less awkwardness. A steel tower of sorts was in the middle of this vast body of water, and pixely 3D divers were jumping off of it to very uplifting and pleasant operatic and orchestral music.

...so yeah, it was kind of a diving opera for some reason.

But then, in the middle of it, there was a live-actiony part at what I assume is a REAL pool of I think the only female host of Wild & Crazy Kids gently tossing water out of a bucket at the ground while knealt down and looking up at the camera. She pleasantly sang something along the lines of "We swim at every place and thanks to you..." And THEN it cut to close-ups of horribly pixelated 3D versions of me and my big sister Liz diving topless, arms held up towards the sky, into the water below. The splash kind of covered up the camera by the time we hit the water one at a time. Also, I think the lyrics completed that lady's sentence, because it went something like this...

"Diving straight into the blue

Whenever I'm thinking of you

We swim at every place and thanks to you

I have the courage to dive!

I have the courage to diiiiiive~!"

FYI? G Sharp Major key. Or A Flat if you prefer.

And when it got around to the "diiiiive~!" part, it kinda iris'd into this shot of blue pool water and still images of these three illustrated mermaids(one with a blue tail, the other green and yellow, black, blonde and brown hair respectively) with toothy smiles. Y'know, the 90s kinda smiling teeth where you don't see the individual teeth and it's a flat board of white? Yeah, that. Then the static image changed to one of them leaning against each other as it iris'd out into just the water. Oh, but that's not the end, because then it quickly faded to the strangest CGI representation of a yellow house and a dirt road I have EVER seen! Basically, these two live-actiony old ladies just came kinda "swooping" in when it looked like they were just sitting in chairs or something, they were worried about crashing into that house I think, judging from their flailing their arms about all panicky...and then all of a sudden, it cut over to this guy dressed in this blue...suit. I'm not sure what it was, maybe a jumpsuit, maybe a dinner suit, maybe BOTH, but he had a red-with-white-polkadots bowtie on and just reached his hand to where he was looking, like it was just left to right as he as going "Batty...batty...", as if he was addressing someone. By the way, he was CGI like the house. Like except for his head for some reason, that was live-action.

But then it cut over to the ladies giving him this weird look, and when it cut back to the man, he was being inflated by a hose. Very quickly. Like bounce-inflating. And soon he inflated so big and so round that he was starting to inflate towards the ladies from off screen, and that's where it thankfully faded back to the operatic music and the mermaid ladies again until the entire dream iris'd out. No leaning in from the Mermaids, no more diving and swimming or singing about the courage to dive, just a black screen and that was it. Cut, print, roll the proverbial credits, time for me to wake up and eat breakfast, pretending nothing EVER happened while I was asleep. >_>;

DREAM TWO: STORMY UNIVERSAL STUDIOS

The second and final Nickelodeon-related dream was a variation of that picture that comes up at the end of every live-action show on the network that time when they mention where Nickelodeon Studios is, which is of course, in Universal Studios, Florida. And it's the same shot of the property just behind that fountain, y'know, with the rotating globe thing? That has "UNIVERSAL STUDIOS" on it? There's been live shots of that same place, but they kinda switch between that and the squigglevision version that gives it this look as if it were drawn in crayon or something. Well, this dream was the STORMY version of that picture, my inner mind's little "fanart" of that bumper, if you will. It had dark gray clouds, there were diagonal, aqua blue streaks that were supposed to be raindrops, there was audio of a thunderstorm involved, and even this mildly creepy, ambient..."music" that accompanied the audio. It was pretty odd enough, but THEN came along these weird live-action people who look dressed up for a pretty boring play. Like their take on The Wizard of Oz or something, but a bit lazier. Anyway, it cuts to a closer look at these chucklefucks getting themselves stuck in this...bullhorn thing, I'm guessing, that's propped up on a wooden cart that strongly resembled the one with the little wheels that held the TV that I played Sega Genesis on.

Anyway, after they got stuck and made these weird, complaining little yelps about it, it cut back out to the full picture again, but this time with them included, but still live-action and still flailing to get out. It was like a really shitty blue/green screen effect. And the strangest part about this is that this was the entire dream. I'm not kidding. About 20 seconds or so of this...random ass weirdness. And it was over. I remember waking up from it, because it happened close to when I woke up. It felt like time was passing me by pretty quickly, though, as it usually does when I go to sleep.

...and there you have it. I could go on forever about the weird shit that happened to me in the 90s that I'm still pretty sure was mostly in my head, but I'm just gonna end it here before this journal gets unnecessarily long and out of hand.

Oh, and if nobody's made a topic called Nickelodeon Dreams in the FA Forums anywhere, I highly suggest someone get on that, because I bet a lot of kids who have grown up in the 90s have had that weird shit happen at night, and are probably members here. I bet there's stuff that even tops MY dreams.

...so F5, LADIES AND GENTLEFURRIES!!! IT'S A NEW AVATAR, LA LAAAAA LA LAAAAA LA LAAAAA~

 authur

Made by this silly Lugia guy.  zarelthewinddragon

First of all, I don't give my friend code to just anybody. That's something you either have to ask very nicely for, or you have to earn. That's just how I feel.

Second of all, the point of this journal. This game is good, but it is NOT for people who have never played an SMT game before. AT ALL. Those guys are better off with Devil Summoner or Persona. THIS game will kick your ass, beat you down, shit on your dog, shit on YOU, scratch your car with your own car keys, flush your pet goldfish, have a party one night to jack the electric bill among other things, and basically give you a hard time and not be very nice to you in the beginning.

...but once you get used to it and prove you're as tough as the game, you can truly enjoy it. You just have to take that punishment.

Also, K's Tavern fuckin rocks. Like in general. Music, bartender, patrons, atmosphere, everything. I wish this place was real. And had like, loads of coffee and beer. Good food, too. Place could probably end up on the top of anybody's list since it's a medieval tavern and shit.

PS: Nintendo, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE buy Atlus. I don't even care if you put Mario in an SMT game, JUST DO IT.

...just...no words. No words. |3

Also. http://i.imgur.com/OAMhQW4.jpg

I love you, YouTube. XD

And he's streaming it RIGHT NOW

http://www.twitch.tv/gaijingoomba

Thank you, holiday, for making me feel miserable. Mostly because everybody on my contacts lists go offline on me for various reasons.

Just WHY is that? *forced smile*

Also, some people may like this day because they like to spend time with their significant others. Whoop-dee-doo. You can do that ANY day. See, this is why I love Christmas more. People care about and give gifts to EVERYBODY, instead of just one person. And I'm pretty sure you can buy chocolates for your date at just about any gift store on any day of the year.

For FUCK'S sake...

PS: That cupid shit never should've been brought into it. It should've stayed behind in Romeo and Juliet.

That's USD, by the way.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQPfQvLIseA

Why do I have the biggest boner right now.

This is kind of a short one because I don't remember everything 100%. Okay, so for whatever reason, I was with a bunch of guys and was driven to this clearing in the middle of the wilderness where we were getting ready to explore some ruins using maps we found from this old...gas station I guess. I don't remember that part too well. Anyway, we start to get ready to explore the ruins and the mine inside when, as I was ready to hand out the map to the navigator, it went missing from my pockets. All I could feel was my wallet.

...the thing was, I didn't realize until a bit too late that it was kind of a lucid dream of sorts...well, lucid-ish, there were some things I couldn't control. I felt in control of my own body, at least, and I felt like exploring with these nice random people I met, it's just that...the dream suddenly wouldn't let me. Next thing I knew, I was awake. And at like 6AM or something, because it was still a tad dark out.

*sigh* It sure was weird how control was just...taken from me. It was also rather depressing.

And just when you thought the Kinect couldn't get worse...

http://www.destructoid.com/new-micr.....--234764.phtml

Throwing the Wiimote into the TV? LAME. Destroy the room you're in with your fists! TAKE THAT VASE! <CRASH>

Pretty great way to start August! I got the rest of my packed up stuff in, as well as my bedsheets, I had a nice sandwich at Bull Street Gourmet, and I walked an excruciating length throughout the entire city over to the aquarium! ...no, really. I walked all the way down Calhoun, past East Bay, ALL the way to the fucking port. I had water on me, but it was a REALLY long walk. Like, longer than the walks I take around my old neighborhood. And full of traffic plus this one gas truck honking his horn like a pissed gorilla.

Anyway, after Bicycle Man and I got past that brute from the gas station(there was an old guy riding a bicycle near me), it was pretty much smooth sailing, and when I got to the aquarium I saw all KINDS of things! In fact, I vividly remember being there now, but there's this new exhibit there called Madagascar Safari...or something along those lines. It may in part be because of the whole rhino thing or some zoo people just approached South Carolina Aquarium and said "Yo, take these animals, we don't have room." I dunno which, but there's a new alligator in there, as well as baby crocs and other animals from in and around Madagascar. In fact, to make sure you don't miss the exhibit, the horrible sound of screeching Vaas Parrots that look like that one parrot from Steamboat Willie will fill the entire first floor. No, I'm not kidding. They're mean. D:

Anyway, after the Madagascar...whatever thing and learning that their teeth are apparently a little on the hollow side, I went my "usual" route through the aquarium and saw the Great Tank. At least that's what I call it. It's that tank that's practically in the middle of the entire building that is so big, it takes up the entire two floors of the aquarium. It's not exactly like the one in Atlanta, not by any means, but there IS a Great White floating around in there. And in one exhibit, I even saw a yellow eel!

The Mountain exhibit was a good walk, too. I saw the resident bald eagle and his rugged, feathery head of Americaness looking around at all the people staring at him. Based on that, something tells me that the eagles from Unalaska, Alaska are rather tame. I probably wouldn't wave a dead bass, though. Those talons are rather huge...but enough about that. In the actual exhibit proper, it got windy outside...and I saw a river otter sleeping inside a log, which was just about the cutest thing ever. What topped it off for me, even more so than that awesome sea turtle swimming around near the top of the tank, was this badass looking screech owl. He was just standing there on the floor of the exhibit with his puffy, sleepy buddy...just staring at me. I stared back...you have no idea how much I wish I had my DSiXL on me...yes I'm into lolowls, shut up. XP

It ended on a good note when I decided to buy a shark plushie because I'm kind of a faggot like that, though the fact that the sodas there are $2.50 a pop greatly worries me. That and the cafe's "menu," if you could call a selection that was quite in the direction of a gas station a menu. Speaking of which, on the way back I picked up some Munchies that had Cheetos. X3 So no, nothing much happened when I got back. I had lots of fun staring at fish all afternoon, though! But the walk to and form was rather tiring. Like, I even mentioned that fact to the ticket lady and her co-worker mentioned the trollies, but I wasn't about to pass up on some exercise. My legs are way too fat anyways. They're like bastard children of bird legs and frog legs, in my opinion.

In conclusion, my neighbors are actually kind of cool and I hear people shouting at night. I also live near a parking garage. For some reason they're exciting for me to look at.

Okay, I have officially moved into my crappy Charleston apartment, which is in dire need of renovation. This is because the last tenant was a lazy piece of shit who, for some reason I will never figure out, owned a working crossbow, bolts, and a can of butane fluid. Either he's stupid and thinks he's fuckin Rambo Jr., or a friend gave it to him, I dunno. But I don't want flaming crossbow bolts being fired around me, so I gave that shit to Mom to go dump in the trash.

But enough about things you don't care about. You came here for dreams. These, in one way or another, were related to the stresses of Charleston and uncertainty about the city. I'm sure of it. The first one reminded me of this dream I had a long time ago that...really wasn't anything interesting outside of the fact that it took place in a huge, empty mall, and the fact that one door led to a small storage room for sleeping that had these ugly people in it, and another door led to this medieval-ish wilderness that was kind of fucked up. Okay, the wilderness itself wasn't fucked up, the "king" apparently was. Well, it wasn't as weird as that one dream where I beat up Simon Pegg twice(the dream kind of looped once and the second showing of it got my mom involved), but it was up there...

Now on to the dream itself. This dream, unlike the one I just mentioned, was actually pretty cool. Though it felt like I was just in my underwear the entire time(and that took me back to a dream where I actually was in my underwear and couldn't go with anybody because "I was in my pajamas," and that left me mildly insulted), it was a good feeling, because I wasn't denied anything. I didn't, y'know, confirm I was in my underwear, but I did feel a bit nude. It was a first-person dream throughout this bigger and better mall that was actually filled with several people and full of stores...and by full of stores, I mean like ten. Maybe eleven.

I don't remember everything that happened, but I remember ordering coffee and something sweet to eat on the side from a cafe with a nice wooden interior(and storefront), as well as eventually meeting up with Mom and hearing something reassuring from her. So it was a pretty reassuring dream and kind of symbolized a bit of freedom for me. I guess my subconscious was telling me not to worry, especially since when I looked down at myself at the end, I was wearing my clothes. I was just cold in that building.
The next dream wasn't as reassuring and, frankly, was just plain annoying to even watch. I was with Mom at this...weird building that seemed to resemble the bastard child of a gas station, a DMV, and a disused off-site hospital extension building used for physical therapy. At the more methanol-filled part of it(i.e. the gas stationy part), there were snack machines I couldn't get to that were filled with weird products. They were blocked by these old fat ladies dressed in black that I wanted to punch just so I could spend my money on some snacks. I remember being angry and really not wanting to be there, but not much after that. I also remember feeling useless and alienated in that place, so that wasn't a good sign. I guess this showcased my fear of being alienated in a big place.

The latest dream I had was, in every way shape and form, FUCKING CRAZY. And it didn't make me feel good at all. In fact, it made my heart beat, and made me scared for my life. It all started with these crazy like...I didn't know WHAT they were, but they reminded me of those creature things from Night on Bald Mountain from Fantasia. One of them kind of resembled the cartoonish skeleton of a Latios, and another...reminded me of a pig, sort of. Everything else was just random bullshit I guess. Anyway, it was really loud at first and nearly made my brain just JUMP out of REM state, but it wasn't quite enough. Then came about two and a half hours of me being in this weird building with a big yard that reminded me of a bad version of Kanuga. Or a bad version of a dream it reminded me of. It was pretty much this big apartment building whose backyard was literally acres of wilderness. It even had a natural bridge over a big pond that had a fountain in it surrounded by rocks.

Anyway, these tough black teenagers and kids came up to me and got up in my face about something I can't quite remember, and I remember the scene cutting to when I got their job done. Then I did something to piss them off like rip up clothes or destroy something precious of theirs like...I guess this long glass bong or some really awesome Kriss Kross t-shirt of theirs. I don't remember all of what happened, but I remember their "leader" of sorts, the guy with the really short hair and the black bandana on, coming up to me and calling me out on what I did every time I did it. It's like he had this jedi-like instinct that just told him there was a disturbance in the black force and just made him stomp over to me and find out what I did to piss him and his buddies off.

It was a vicious cycle of them getting up in my grill, me doing shit for them, me destroying their things out of anger, me nearly getting my ass kicked for it, and then me getting let off the hook and watching some weird, trippy programs on TV that dreams apparently like to have on monitors. I guess my subconscious wasn't really focused on what was on the TV. But that's not important.

Eventually, it all came to a fever pitch when the leader pulled out his 9mm and shot at me, but then it went into a scene where I woke up in my dream sitting on a patch of grass near that weird gas station from my OTHER dream. Mom was there, the 4Runner was there, and we were about to get in, but for a final kick in the balls from my subconscious, it decided to pull a fast one on me. It decided to cut to another scene where I'm tied up and watching that really loud, scary shit from the very beginning of the dream all over again on an old TV screen. Then the dream's camera kind of zoomed in really fast and went shaky cam on me, showing me those creatures from the beginning with loud ass sounds that I think may have came from Amnesia: The Dark Descent when your character's low on Sanity.

After I was shocked awake by that and staring at the fan in my apartment bedroom keeping me cool, I just rubbed my face and decided it was time to try to control the amount of stress that's created out of my situation and moving shit into and out of my living space. I mean...I don't even wanna try to make sense of what was bookending my dream, but I know that dream must've shown me my fear of doing the wrong things to people or being at the wrong place at the wrong time in Charleston. Or pissing the wrong people off, for that matter. The scary thing was, it felt REAL. VERY REAL. I was my real self from the real world in that dream! And I felt myself trying to run from those guys and negotiate with them when they caught me!

...I...I just need to stay inside. I don't need to go out. >_<; I'm just going to stay inside and teach myself to stop being scared of a big city.

- Authur

That's right, I'm moving. Again. But don't fret, because where I'm moving, there's internet being installed the same day, which is tomorrow, actually. I'm moving into an apartment that my parents still own and have held onto for me for just this occasion. My sister is out of the state and is flying to Portland, Oregon as we speak to pursue her artsy...um...things that she's...pursuing. Fuck it, I dunno what she wants anymore. I just want her to be happy and to profit from what she does.

But enough about people you shouldn't care about. :V Anyway, the apartment is this two-floor duplexy condo whatever thing that's not too far from King St. so whatever furries who live in Charleston can come stalk me, I guess. :P I mean, it would be nice if I hung out with a furry in real life, 'cause...ANYWAY. I'm not immediately going to have all my things with me, but the internet IS being set up THAT DAY, so my laptop is going to pick the signal back up. The only thing I need to know is what kind of secure WEP-style connection to go with so I can go wi-fi with my DSes and my PSP, because that's kind of important for trading Pokeymanz and everything.

So yeah, if you can tell me in the comments below, tell me which connection I should go with that's still secure, and that will get me on the internet with my DSiXL and my 3DS and PSP and Vita and blah blah blah...not to say I have a 3DS or a Vita yet, but I'm close. So yeah, the situation isn't really too volitile on this whole moving business, especially since my parents are willing mailmen now. Know why? People in downtown Charleston steal your damn mail. My sister has had a problem with mail all the time for this simple reason, so I'm having people deliver it to me when they come down to stay.

Plus, my parents are willing to shop for me to make sure I get the living stuff I need like cloths, towels, mittens, dishes, silverware, pots and pans, all that shit. They're gonna set me up nice. And if I don't like what they're giving me, I can just get a job at that crazy Piggly Wiggly down a couple streets and get a job. :P ...no really, if you've been to downtown Charleston and shopped at Piggly Wiggly, you know how big on the pig and possibly a little white powder these guys can be. :3 "Enthusiastic" doesn't really cut it.

Tell you what I'm enthusiastic about, though. Living the fuck away from my parents. Especially Dad, because if anything, he's the one who yells at me a lot. This kind of started out as a little one-month experiment for my psychiatrist from Statesboro, GA to try out. However, this kind of turned into a "bird leaving the nest" sorta deal, and since downtown is a more walkable part of Charleston, I don't need a driver's license and I can just get a ride if I'm buying in bulk. My sis left her circle of friends to help me out, one of which I personally know, so I'm in no way shape or form out in the desert. I mean, we even made a few Google maps of downtown and made our own little landmarks on it so I know what's near me.

I think I'm fortunate to have a family that, while still pretty fuckin annoying, still cares a lot about me and still takes care of me no matter what I do to piss them off or turn their heads at me. And if they found out about this whole furry thing...actually, I'm not gonna worry about that. That's a secret I'm keeping to my grave. It's easy to keep anyway. I'm gonna cut it off here, because that's really all you guys watching me and stumbling upon my account by accident really need to know.

One more thing though, if possible, you guys need to tell me some things about Charleston and what I may need to do that I'm not aware of. I never lived in a big city before.

- Authur

PS: In case I never told anybody, I am a Christian. But I will never ridicule your furriness or judge you unfairly, because I never tell you to believe in God, or what to do with your life. I'm rather reserved about my faith, and I rather hate God's crazier children. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here on FA anymore. :P

What it says on the tin, pretty much. Anyway, this happened like last night. I dreamt that I was in this little town on a mountain trail. And not even a little town as in places that still had urban-ish areas and just happened to have farmland outside or whatever. A little town as in there was NOTHING outside that town except forest and trail, so it was like a village. Anyway, this dream followed me visiting this place alone and, through my exploration of the place, me figuring out that I had the power to jump like Super Freakin Mario. I'm not even kidding, I could moon jump over shit.

So naturally, I abused this new power and bunny hopped throughout the place like how you would in Valve-developed FPSes like Half-Life and CounterStrike, figuring out I could control how HIGH and how FAR I could jump. I pretty much just momentarily talked with some people inside some small buildings(like so small the ceiling was close), including one that looked like it was supposed to be a restaurant, then got back to hoppin like an olympic bunny rabbit.

Soon, it was just about sunset, and I went back outside the town near this abandoned house to test how HIGH I could jump and jumped really high over a pit that only had fallen trees over it. I landed one foot on one of the trees on the other side and thankfully kinda just tripped onto solid ground. Then I test both how high and how FAR I could jump by jumping onto a high cliff and biting into a colorful fruit. It tasted like a mixture of strawberry, peach, and orange, and it felt good in my stomach...

However, when I decided to sit down and stare at my new surroundings a little more, night suddenly fell(as in I literally saw the sun drop out of the sky), and the stars came out. I didn't know what was going on, and a little light sort of illuminated a small radius around me. I started hopping back towards the town when I heard barking and growling behind me, but it didn't sound like dogs...it sounded like something WORSE. And when I felt something tug at my arm, I panicked and slapped whatever grabbed me, hopping faster and farther towards an open window once I got back to town.

When I was pulled into the darkness of the building and the lights came on in there, I sighed in relief, saying "Thank god..." Then the dream kind of abruptly cut from me waking up in the middle of the night. That was a freaky dream...what do you guys think it was telling me?

WHAT'S UP, LADIES AND GENTLENIGGAS. I has a new Facebook account because I look hideous on my main one! Besides, that's only for friends and families. So. I'm going to look like the gooey guy I always associate myself with instead.

NEW FACEBOOK

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> Authur stretchygreenthing

...because the cocksuckers demand you have two names instead of one for some reason. I'm serious. I tried to make it only one name. Besides, I'm pretty sure I DON'T have a last name, and if I did, nobody would know how to say it and I sure as shit wouldn't know how it's spelled.

So there you go. New Facebook. GO FORTH AND POST. Or flame, whatever.

- Authur

PS: In case you guys are curious, I'm not a full-fledged brony. I'm kind of hiding in the herd. So before you guys ask, READ THIS JOURNAL FIRST. Thank you.

...odd that I'm posting this on Hitler's birthday, as well as the holiday that involves that sweet green herb. Oh well. I'm in too far to go back now.

Okay, what the fuck has happened in the past month and a half...well, I managed to get almost the entire Warriors franchise that Koei and Omega Force like to make because a lot of people play it and it gives them monies. I haven't played Samurai Warriors 3 yet, but I do plan on getting Warriors Orochi 3, too, because it has Ryu Hayabusa from Ninja Gaiden...I'm thinkin it's cause of the whole merge with Tecmo.

Anyway, on to things that actually matter. Vocational rehabilitation called and said to my parents that I'm probably eligable for the evaluation process of the IT program they happen to have on their campus. So pretty much, if they like me and I do a good interview while going through with the evaluation thingie without getting annoyed, I am going to have A+ Certification when fall and winter pass me by...and no, I'm not sure how long this is.

In other news, I had just about the worst birthday I ever had mostly due to it being fully consumed by Charleston and the Redux event, among other undesirable things happening that I will not disclose. Let's just say that I didn't let my sister down very easily aftewards. Seriously, they just took me there for their benefit, not mine, just like all the other times they took me to Charleston! This is the last fucking time I'm listening to my family when the words "going to Charleston" are involved. Luck is NOT on my side in that stupid city, as many previous trips throughout my driver's license-less life have soundly proven.

From now on, I'm planning my own goddamn birthdays. >_<

But enough bitching about that, it's very old news and I plan on moving on from that shit. Anyway, I really wanna be in this computer program thing because being an IT is my dream job, pretty much because I want to help people understand this crazy ass world of computer technology, even if it's the same old people coming in with the same old computer and stating a million different "problems" with it. Besides, I don't imagine that part being as annoying as the morning drives to the actual place I'll be applying at when and if I DO get A+ Certification, along with any other stuff I may need in order to apply for a job that somewhat complicated.

Oh, and am I sad that as far as I know on IRC matters, PCA died? No. It was a stepping stone that helped me understand pokemon furries. Hopefully I will see less of three certain individuals who seem to enjoy trying to piss me off the next time I try to join an RP group. In fact, I probably won't, because I think I'm honestly better off RPing with people one at a time anyway, from personal experience. And that's the end of this journal. I'll hopefully tell you guys more interesting things if they start happening. *COUGH SECRET WRITING PROJECTS COUGH*

- Authur

PS: No more hard feelings towards aforementioned three individuals from that one IRC group and no more hard feelings about PCA. It's over, it's done, and I have long improved since my initial association with that place. I am still in contact with my friends from there, even if I don't RP anymore with some of them, so fortunately, I didn't come away empty-handed. So it was still a little bit worth it to show my face around there. ^_^

PPS: EbonyLeopard, I sincerely hope your other projects succeed with significantly less drama from the community.

The following log took place between me playing Super Mario Bros. 1, getting mad at the game and throwing it through a window, and playing Super Mario Bros. 3. So like 5:30PM and 7:30PM.

Authur 5:39 pm
I really wish I knew where the fuck FCEUX is trying to put save states so I can load said save states.

dsksdg1280 6:40 pm
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Authur 7:26 pm
Yes, I'm toiling away at SMB3, shut the fuck up.
By the way, I noticed Bio hasn't come on.
And I think it's most likely because the snow and wind and rain in Washington decided to conspire the night before.
So the rain was like "Okay, so what're we gon do?" And the snow was like "Well, if it gets cold enough, we can bribe the wind to blow us over that one guy's house."

Authur 7:28 pm
And the wind came into their meeting and was like "Fuck you talkin about?" And the snow was like "Well give you 20 bucks if you help us dump ourselves over this one guy's house just to piss him off. Tyler...Dreth? Something like that? Whatever, he has a bad last name."
And so they all yelled "MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKER" and his power lines went out again.
The nd.
Teh ned. X3

Why yes, I AM a huge prick. Thank you for asking!

Okay. Gamble 'round the campfire, children. It's not Senor Cardgage, but I'm the best you got.

Lately, my life's found a fresh new direction thanks to my co-workers, but we'll come back to that shortly. BEFORE that, things have started to go a bit downhill. Before that, I was on Dungeon Fighter Online slaving away just because I wanted to be "cool" to my guild buddies and because I wanted those Victory Points which make PvPing mandatory. Honestly, it felt more like work than play, because it was the same. Damn. Thing. For hours. And it was terrible. I really started to just not enjoy the game like I used to. It got old VERY quick. Plus, it didn't exactly help that my brain decided to suck at math at the worst possible time. I JUST started a MAT 102 course and after the first test came to pass, I was in shambles. Literally. I felt like a city block after the Tsunami. Devastated. I had this overwhelming sense of fear and loathing in my mind that I have not felt since the 10th Grade. So I dropped that class like a two-ton weight and decided to regain my mental footing by opting to take up English Composition II instead once I can take classes again. After a while, I also dropped Dungeon Fighter Online, and here's the reason as to why I did THAT.

After hearing stories, true or otherwise, about REALLY corrupt GMs who let bots and hackers walk free and ban legitimate players, working the midnight oil to get Victory Points from PvPing just to have them taken away from you by an NPC like the game is some sort of sieve, and playing constantly with or without your guild buddies to assist you hour after hour...would YOU want to keep playing?

So after vowing(once again) to give up MMO gaming, I decided to go back to Chester, South Carolina(the most northern part of South Carolina which is like, right next to Rock Hill) and do what I did best...sit on my fat ass at the IT department waiting for something to do. However, to my surprise, I found purpose! Let me tell you what, dropping that fucking math class was the best thing I've ever done, because my co-workers Matt and Mike need my help. In case you guys don't know me well, I work at Chester Regional Medical Center, a small hospital on I think the southeastern edge of town. Our hospital's website, literally, hasn't been updated in YEARS. What's even worse, it's almost completely unorganized, so I get to do a little web design by editing the site! At least once the information I need to update the site with comes to my office. So basically, before now, I've been a fat waste of space surfing on the internet and not doing any real work while getting paid. Now? I can actually approach my job with true integrity! And believe it or not, I DO want to be busy at work. It gets the clock to turn its hands faster.

So my life has gone from starting to get really bad to a bit better. And now, the final thing I have on my mind...impulsive friends. Guys, have you ever had that one friend of yours who ALWAYS bugs you to play his favorite game or do his favorite thing day in and day out with him because he loves it so much? I used to, but I helped that shiny Charizard think a little better. Besides, I refused to give up on our friendship. Anyway, it seems another buddy of mine has impulsive friends, but they sound a bit worse than what one of my OTHER buddies used to be when we played Minecraft together. See, this friend of mine plays League of Legends, and it seems pretty cool, but also pretty long. He told me last night that his friends are CRAZY about two things: The game and finding ridiculous ways to intentionally lose it. Okay, that's fine, some people do stupid shit when they're bored, but what was worse is that my friend felt obligated in the same way I did towards Dungeon Fighter Online. I didn't ask why, and I wish I did, because these guys already sound like the winners of the Derpy Manchildren Award of 2012 (1st Quarter). Now, I normally don't want to rag out someone's friends just because of one thing they did, but I feel that this needs to be brought to attention.

I don't know why my friend felt like he needed to hang out with these guys, nor did I know why he even plays League of Legends, especially when he even mentioned that he "could be doing better things right now"...but when your buddies start getting super impulsive and constantly want you to play their favorite game with them no matter what you want to do...that would be the time to reconsider everybody's interests, especially yours. A. I think MMOs are just fine to play as long as you either don't impulsively play it just becuse your friends do, or B. Don't obsess over "seeing what's next" or "PvP Points" that are mandatory because the game's creators totally suck and take money baths like Scrooge McDuck. This is why I've stopped trying to listen to peer pressure(especially my id's peer pressure) and kept my own interests at heart for the most part. So I can do what I want for a change, which is probably more productive than what those guys I see are doing.

So I've told this friend of mine my reasoning and told him to start looking after his own interests more instead of listening to these guys if he wants to do something else. He told me that it actually makes a lot of sense, which was good, because I know this guy. He has this habit of sometimes just feeling unmotivated and "useless" in this world, and during those times, I've had to use my reasoining to teach him that life's not all that bad. Come to think of it, I should probably be asking him why he feels like THAT sometimes if I want to get to know him better.

So there you have it. There's my current life. I hope that update information reaches my desk soon so I can update the site. And I hope that friend of mine takes my advice and pursues what he wants to do, at least for the current day. You kids take it easy.

Revenge exacted.

http://gizmodo.com/5877679/anonymou.....revenge-strike

If you guys were hoping to hear good news, you're welcome. :3

In other news, internet justice mysteriously has an ego boner the size of the Empire State Building. More at 11.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2791737/

(test  vashan )

Okay...so apparently,  vashan , a buddy of  koronakaaduu1280 , is about to be turned out to the freakin street along with a couple other people he cares about by a bunch of uncompassoinate, over-religious landlords who find it hard to trust people. His internet was cut, the guy who moved in was unfairly judged by people in power, and THEY. NEED. HELP. NOW. I am dead fucking serious.  vashan needs your help right the fuck now, or he'll be homeless, and that is a VERY SCARY life to live. If you guys can find it in your heart, spread the original journal around by posting it in your journal, encourage other people to lend these guys some money, and while you're at it? Donate yourself! Donate as much as you can!

...just make sure to follow the instructions of  koronakaaduu1280 on how to do it by visiting the original journal yourself. He'll have the details. Me? I don't care what my mom thinks. I'm gonna give Vash like a hundred dollars if I can stand it. And I fucking can. NOBODY I care about is becoming a hobo. NOBODY.

So please, find it in your heart to contact  koronakaaduu1280 about how to donate. PLEASE.  vashan needs you, man!

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wendyvainity's album "What in the flying fuck is happening" went double platinum today with her hit song "The death of a thousand seagulls".
thedevoNNN 1 week ago

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Only a true hardcore Call of Duty gamer would continue playing while getting banged by his own dog! xD
JulioTheJuly 1 year ago

a true gamer, even whilst being raped by a dog he continues to fight it out in game. That's dedication right there
TheLostGuitarist 11 months ago

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"TONIGHT. YOU. >:3 *humpy hump hump*"
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An expert from the Top Comments. "That is a real brave guy, not many people would have sex with two tigers at the same time." - Catpoop7, 2 weeks ago as of this post

Well hi there, boys and girls, how are you? I narrowly avoided robbery! ^_^ Apparently, according to this cop that rang on the doorbell, a break-in was in progress on the main road leading to my neighborhood, and she asked me if I've seen anything suspicious lately. Y'know, like people posing as solicitors or door to door salesidiots, things like that just to get into your house. Well, it happened at that house on the corner...which turned out to be the county sheriff's house. Yeah, we're dealing with some Darwin Award level stupidity here. The dumb fucker apparently thought it would be a novel idea to try looting the residence of a law enforcement official and ended up being trapped between the wife and about 8 or 9 cop cars in the driveway, including one on lookout in case there's a chase scene. How did this affect me?

Well frankly, I didn't give a shit at the time because I wanted to get back to my writing. Y'know, the only thing I seem to be able to do in the way of art? I was doing that, but then Mom called and she was going batshit, getting me out of the house and locking it down, putting the alarm on and getting my ass out of dodge for an hour. And really, since I didn't see this guy on the streets of my neighborhood or anything suspicious in the neighborhood yet, I really didn't care. I was even more cool about it when Mom pointed out in the first place that the guy that was broken into was the sheriff's house. And when we got back, Mom did a full sweep of the neighborhood and then a full sweep of the house before she declared that we were safe. I swear that poor woman has paranoia.

So yeah. It was a magical hour I've had being pulled away from my laptop. So how are you doing?

This is quite possibly the wildest dream involving me and other humans I have ever witnessed with my subconscious eyes. Yes, this manages to top the dream I had when I was about 4 or 5 years old. That one involved a rather badly animated and cartoonish man saying "Batty, batty", and inflating from a hose of air. It also involved the hostess of Wild & Crazy Kids splashing water onto a pool and singing a short verse that sounded like "We are all swimming and thanks to you..." and blocky 3D versions of me and my sister diving into said pool topless, along with the logo of three mermaids appearing at the end. And trust me, if this dream tops THAT, it's got to be surreal as fuck...okay, not surreal as in "holy shit I'm so high" surreal, but surreal as in wacky and completely out of left field.

For reasons that have yet to be completely explained to myself in my head, I found myself in what is quite possibly the dream crib of every black rap/hip-hop/R&B artist/DJ ever. Why? Well, I was in the biggest fucking room with the biggest fucking fountain ever! And THAT had an elevator leading upwards Embassy Suites style with little geysers spouting water beside it. The elevator was about as glass as the glass elevator from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, though it was lacking of propeller and retardedness have. Crimson and deep blue velvet with gold buttons was seen on some of the low walls as well as some of the benches and sitting booths where tables were. I didn't exactly see the rest of the room I was in because A. Everybody was dancing to quite possibly the best beats ever, and B. The camera in my dream didn't exactly let me see the rest of the room. Sure, part of it was first-person, but for the most part, the camera saw me instead of seeing through me.

In fact...I think said "best beats ever" turned out to be "Turn It Up" by Ugly Duckling, though there were other songs, maybe. I dunno, that might've been all I heard when I was in that big room. I was also with my dad, for some reason, and we were just walking around seeing where it is. I was even in a normal elevator with some other guy saying "Aw, man, I'm gonna destroy you" when he found out that I was carrying the cover of a rap CD instead of the jewel case with the disc inside. I didn't realize that until I got into the elevator. He...didn't do any destroying, he just stood there moping about not seeing a CD in my hand, I guess.

There was also this one bit that took place outside during the day that had a black lady teaching me how to use a mixer while a song was playing. Well, teaching as in nodding her head to the beat and occasionally looking at me as she messed with the controls while I held the mixer in my hands and my lap while I sat on the grass. Then I started to do some mixing myself and everyone seemed to like it. That was probably my favorite part since I want to learn how to remix songs. ^_^ All in all, a fun and thoroughly confusing dream that felt real, even when the camera angles had me in them rather than my point of view.

Yup, I'm given a volunteer IT job, and if you don't know what "IT" stands for, google it. Anyway, the job is going to be at my dad's small little hospital in Chester, NC. From an RPing standpoint, this presents kind of a big problem. From a LEARNING standpoint, it's an opportunity. I think I should probably take advantage of this despite how many RPing hours I may likely lose because honestly...acting out a scene doesn't bring home the money.

Besides, I do wanna learn about computers inside and out, and I do wanna learn how to not only fix them, but also build them so instead of buying a new desktop, I can build my own! See, the advantage of making your own goddamn PC as opposed to buying one is that you can make whatever you want...as long as all the parts have the same speed. At least that's what a friend told my mom to tell me.

I will likely be doing this for quite a while, but don't worry. I'll try to carve out some time for you RPers even on work days. Besides, A. No work days on weekends, and B. For the meantime, Monday and Tuesday are off days, too! So while I have considerably less time to RP with you...it doesn't mean I don't have time anymore. Feel free to ask!