what?

I have decided to abandon my commitments rn whether to the wiki or to here or to my writing so I actually eat before 22:00

-Galaxian-

OwU

Poketoonix has actually been dealing with me for a solid 3 years lol. We met in summer of 2017 in EE and we still kept in contact when I went onto the forums.
Our conversations were never productive but they are Quality

-Galaxian-

How in the actual heck

Shh he just slapped a mosquito.

Oof that sucks

Uh oh o.o

I'm suffering from writing insecurity lol they say dialogue is supposed to be 30% or less of a narrative/story and lol

-Galaxian-

I slept for 14 hours lol. Considering I slept 3 the day before that I'm going to say it's justified.

-Galaxian-

My mom: (*gives me two bao zi and two mooncakes*)
Me: IS THAT LUNCH :eyes:

-Galaxian-

sleeb

How do you exactly feel about sleeping that much?

Also gonna share my latest dream.
Gore warning.

So, my dreams can be either in my own personal perspective, another's perspective, or spectator perspective. Explaining those, personal perspective is obviously just my own point of view, usually with the dream in some way revolving around me. Another perspective is just like my own POV but I'm not myself; usually it's some other person/character, and spectator perspective is like, I'm kinda the air; I can't really move around and I watch something happening. As of recent I've been having more of the second and third types of dreams.
Yesterday night I had a lot of dreams but the only one with a solid "story" was put into two parts.
The first part was basically in spectator perspective. I was on a bus, and there was this Caucasian woman driving the bus. The dream started with the bus driving away from a stop--and near the sign signifying that it was the stop, there was an unconscious person with the actual driver's uniform. And then my perspective went onto the only other person on the bus (who wasn't the driver)--he was a dark-skinned man with blood just trickling out of his mouth. He had like 5 stab wounds, he was tied up to the chair, and I think part of the skin and hair on his head was cut off and bleeding. I think--I think he was trying to scream--but he had a deep wound on his throat as well. When I saw him, I really wanted to scream, but since I didn't really exist there, I couldn't. So the bus was just bumping along on its route as the woman, who was obviously the person who'd injured him, continued to drive and talk. I couldn't hear her voice either--it was underwater. And I wanted to somehow stop her, but I really couldn't, and I had to watch the man bleed out.
And then that part of the dream faded. I was now in the second perspective--looking at my hands, my skin color was obviously darker than my actual skin color. And then, looking at a rain puddle nearby, I saw that the reflection was the man who I'd seen injured, bleeding out, and dying in the prior part of the dream. Except he wasn't injured yet, of course, and he was at a bus stop, waiting for his bus under the shade, which shielded him from the rain. And the bus was coming.
I knew what was going to happen on that bus, and if I had control of what he was going to do, I was going to turn him right back to wherever his home was. So that's what I did. But the bus stopped at the stop even though I had already walked away with clear intent to not go on it, and then the woman stepped out. She had dirty blonde-brown hair, long, and I could easily recognize her. She veered over and I really wanted to attack her, but that wasn't the choice. So instead I just walked away as fast as I could.
The rest of that dream was her following, trying to talk to me (basically the man I was in the perspective of). I tried veering the topic every time to positive things in hopes of making her empathize with the man and such, but it seemed to me that she really was the type to not empathize at all. I also tried looking for a weapon or just somewhere with people, but every building was either white or silver and was so far away and no one was around. I did finally excuse myself from her, and I walked away. When I thought I was out of her view, I started running. And that's when, somehow, she popped out of nowhere with a knife. She wasn't smiling like she had been before, and she said something along of the lines of, "Since you know what's going to happen, I might as well get this done with." I punched her as hard as I could on the face, but she literally didn't budge. I think I was stabbed--it really hurt, to be honest--and then the dream faded away. 
I still feel horrible that I couldn't get the man somewhere else. It's like he never had a choice in the matter, not in why someone was trying to kill him, not really in anything else either.

-Galaxian- 

I also think that the skin color of the victim and murderer are kind of pertaining to the issues with racism that America's been dealing with on the public scale.
I wish I could have more random dreams but nope, civil rights issues are the keys here : )

-Galaxian-

Someone sending a text to my mom: "Hello Doctor Tian"
Me, to my mom: dOcToR tIaN
My mom: what
Me, parading over to show her the text: HAHA DOCTOR TIAN TEACH ME CHEMISTRY
My mom: what

-Galaxian-