Archive for September, 2002


Looks like I won’t be working for Radio Shack after all. Fucking heartless corporation.

“Is this Amanda Schroeder?”
“Yes, may I ask who’s calling?”
“This is [name] from the district office of Radio Shack, calling to schedule you for a second interview on Wednesday.”
“I’m currently out of town until Sunday.”
“Oh. Okay. Bye.”
“Wait! Isn’t there a way we can schedule for next week?”
“No.” *hangs up*

FUCK YOU RADIO SHACK. Every job I ever try to get doesn’t go through … this is horrid.

new ‘mate

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

Dream 02.09.27

I had a dream that I grew a mustache.


Candice came home at around 1:30 pm today (she didn’t come home the night before) and has been sleeping since then.


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.


Well, at least Leigh has sense. He didn’t want the flash on the new Rare site. Good on him, too, because it looks like it was done by a first year student. The thing that really bothers me is not the use of imported gifs into the flash, but that the gifs are straight from the old site, and weren’t made to blend into the background of the flash. There’s a gritty, pixelated navy blue outline around each image that really shouldn’t be there.


Schroe Dot Org: New rare layout.
J Jorenko: Is it all green?
jdSchroe Dot Org: No, it’s all in crap flash. Where the fuck is scribes … Oh fuck no. NO NO NO. NOOOOOO! They say that’s Joanna ;_;
J Jorenko 28:45 PM): :O So maybe it won’t be that great. So they break away from Nintendo, then copy their cartoony phase.
Schroe Dot Org: Jo lookes like JFG+PD
J Jorenko: yah, +Barbie
Schroe Dot Org: Yeah :\
J Jorenko: Look at those proportions! Though, Vela…
Schroe Dot Org: You know, that right there, just that . . . That image of Jo makes me hate the deal. I was fine with it before. “I’ll get an Xbox,” I said, “When they release PD0.” Now I can’t. That’s not Jo. That’s a fucking whore.
J Jorenko: It’s Mr. Gate’s new concubine. I’m already over it though. Ninty has enough good developers now. Microsoft’ll rush Rare’s games out and they won’t be as good. And we’ll be happy with our NCL/Retro/SK games. I don’t know if I’ll be able to bring myself to play SFA, actually I’ll probably get all emotional at the Rare logo, since it’ll be the last one I ever see. Hell, I’ve been worshiping them since 6th grade. Longer than you have me!
Schroe Dot Org: You started my rare obsession :|
J Jorenko: I know ;_; I should write the Stampers a letter letting them know that I’m fine with them leaving for the tyrant, even though I’ve been a loyal fan, and make them regret it. That sort of thing.
Schroe Dot Org: Go for it :|
J Jorenko: I should find the letter I wrote them in 6th grade, for English.
Schroe Dot Org: Seventh. Tong’s class.
J Jorenko: I specifically remember being in Conkle’s room when I got it back.
Schroe Dot Org: I was never in Conkle-Classes, and you showed it to me in class.
J Jorenko: hrm. Maybe I wrote it in 6th and it took a long time for them to get back or something. Do you remember the assignment?
Schroe Dot Org: You wrote it as a class assignment, and they replied in a week, maybe two weeks
J Jorenko: hrm
Schroe Dot Org: I remember you spazzing over it.
J Jorenko: I’ll have to find it anyway.
Schroe Dot Org: I’ve still got the whispa bar wrapper ;_;
J Jorenko: Mail it back to Leigh and tell him you can’t keep it anymore. Make him SAD.
Schroe Dot Org: Heh. The thing is four years old. Well, almost. More like three and a half. I swear, if that Joanna is what their characters are going to look like from now on, I’ll go work for them. I somehow feel cheated that they’re making her like that. I gave up on my dream of working character design for Rare because I just didn’t feel good enough. Now, from that picture, I feel like they’re beneath me.


The biggest abuse crier is the biggest abuser.

He now cries in the public for blood, and no one cares.

Except his fucking lackey, who used to be mine, but I never paide any attention to him, because I don’t like lackeys.

He’s the sort that will cling to the people with power and hope to be liked by them, like a little worm.

Metaphorically Speaking

Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

In the great land of Geek, there were several senators and one emperor. The emperor was kind and generous. Most of he senators were vile and picky.

The emperor decided one day to bring in a new senator, Ass. Ass wasn’t liked by the people at all, and was removed. The senator seat was then given to someone the people did like.

Twat, another senator, decided that the emperor was choosing far too many senators, and tried to remove others. When his plan failed, Twat ran away.

The senators each sat on benches. Some senators needed to share benches, but Twat believed that each senator should bring their own bench, if they don’t, they shouldn’t be senators.

Twat later returned and pleaded with the emperor that the senators that cannot bring their own benches should be removed. The emperor promised to consider this. Twat returned to his senatorial duties.

Later, Twat moved his bench, and it was broken in the process. Twat could not live up to his own standards! He vowed to get a new bench soon.

A bench was needed, and a new senator came with his bench. Twat befriended this senator at once, hoping that he would be able to mold the new senator to his ideas. The new senator, Cunt, really didn’t care for Twat’s tactics.

There were now only two bench owners, Cunt and Fuck. Fuck decided that he wanted to be the only bench owner, so he constantly harassed Cunt, hoping he’d go away. Cunt instead pleaded with the Emperor to make Fuck stop.

The emperor didn’t want to do anything to Fuck, because Fuck owned the largest bench. Cunt decided to just ignore Fuck from then on, but Fuck continued his attacks, even trying to damage Cunt’s bench!

Twat smiled with glee at this. He then went to the emperor, to plead again that the inactive senators be removed. The emperor did not agree to this, and Twat left for many months.

During those months, Twat realized that he would never be able to own a bench ever again. He wanted to remain a senator, but how would he do it if it was against everything he ever believed in?

Cunt found out that he had to take his bench somewhere else in the near future, and told Emperor. He agreed to let Cunt go. Before Cunt left for good, though he was going on vacation.

Twat took Cunt’s absence as the perfect opportunity to get what he wants. Twat forged evidence that Cunt was an awful senator, and convinced the other senators of this. These senators then petitioned the emperor to remove Cunt.

Cunt returned from his vacation to find his bench had been destroyed, and none of the senators would explain what happened.

The Emperor, disheveled, approached Cunt, and told him that Twat and the other senators had ruffed him up and forced him to meet their demands. He promised Cunt that he could someday return to the senate, but for now, it was best to just let Twat and his gang have their way.

Several months later, Twat quit the senate, leaving everyone else to deal with his chaos. His minions are still in the senate, inept though they are, and he still controls them.

Many ages and benches later, Fuck’s bench was later broken by his own idiocy. A new senator, not under Twat’s control, was brought in. Twat went on a rampage, and was kicked out from even viewing the senate meetings!

Comp 2 final

English class tonight lasted 5 minutes.

All five minutes, the teacher praised me.

Out of 8 essays due over the course, I turned in 3.

And they were just that good.