Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I’ll kill you.

Alrighty.

Going home was great, but I like it out here. There’s just so much more to do.

Remembering the day in reverse:

Night’s planning to crash at his friend’s house in Chicago and visit me on the side, rather than crash at my place and visit his friend.

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Go look here now and be pleased.

http://www-2.cs.cmu.edu/~tom7/csnotes/

Eggplants love everyone EXCEPT C PROGRAMMERS.

CravingASnowCone: my cousins dog always trying to hump my leg 0.o
adorable nookie: O.o
CravingASnowCone: not anyone else…just me. it’s annoying
SignOfTheDonut: You should sue for sexual harassment
CravingASnowCone: take em fir all his bones
SignOfTheDonut: Send him to the doghouse
CravingASnowCone: he’d be someone else’s bitch
SignOfTheDonut: Dogs think they’re so damn special, just because they have four legs!
Schroe Dot Org: They’re only special when they have three.
CravingASnowCone: throw the ball into the freeway and watch them hustle
Schroe Dot Org: Let’s make them special. Take one of THEIR legs.
CravingASnowCone: yes
Schroe Dot Org: And show them how humping’s REALLY done.
CravingASnowCone: xD

I went to lunch with Q today, and one of the first things she said to me was, “You… You’re short!”
I’m about eye level with her when I have my tall-shoes on.
I wore my sandals today.

My profile and photo have been rejected on Hot or Not for the following reasons:

“You are wearing lingerie, underwear, etc” (tank top over fishnet)
“You look like you are under 18. ” (I’m 19)

Friend from school, Q, put herself on Hot or Not and is getting 6.9 for her head-shot. That’s pretty good for just a head shot. People who vote on there are picky about the girls (read: they want to see breasts)

I decided (on encouragement from Jorenko) to put up a shot of me in a semi-goth outfit. HOORAY

I got free tokens at the arcade today because the attendant thinks I’m cute. :]

We’re all in it together, kid.

Brazil is the greatest movie of all time. I’ve loved it for a long time. It’s simply amazing, and I think I’m going to have to watch it again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

Brazil,
Where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly whispered, “Someday soon”
We kissed and clung together then
Tomorrow was another day
The moonlight found us miles away
still a million things to say
I will return to old Brazil

Bishop, the Bishouen Chopstick!

I repeat:

I GOT A JOB.

I applied for crew, but from what I gather, I’m going to be a shift manager, possibly opening shift. They really liked that I’m available on weekends for any hours. If they have me closing, I don’t mind at all.

Mmm, free tacos . . .

I got over organized with my Diablo II characters tonight. All is well, though. I made a new Amazon and named her A_Schroe. I made a necromancer named Wisdom_Tooth, and a paladin named Jello_jiggler.

I moved all my gems from all my characters to CarringtonsHo, the assassin. WhiteBoe the assassin carries the spare claws and other weaponry, while the necro carries wands, and the pally carries the scepters.

I also have two sorceresses, one a fire and one a lit. Azulit and Toaster_Fire. Tee tee. Toasty carries the orbs, and Azula carries the staves.

Tallest Blue, the Invader Zim fan character of mine, happens to be the Godmother of Zekk and Sergie’s spawning, Pan.
And Blue spoils the child rotten. Pan likes Cherry Ice Sukkies.

Cammiluna (10:41:45 PM): now that;s what i call “shoulder blades!” *is shot*

Johnny the Homicidal Hedgehog

The dream started with a memory of a roller-coaster park, and how much I want to go there.

In this dream within a dream, the group that was going walks down a wooden pier toward the entrance. Employees of the park littered the fence in the water, singing and wiggling to entertain us. When we reach the turn in the pier, and an employee, dressed as a sailor, greets us. He informs us that we have to leave all our ice, food, and refreshments with him. They don’t allow any outside edibles in the park. We agree to the terms and enter, but the dream ends there.
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You people need to learn the difference between “Hate” and “Apathy.”

You also need to learn the difference between “Know” and “Know of.”

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Background images are photos of the place I actually lived. Obvious GIS pastings ahoy. Also, Habitual Stare (O_o) started in high school when Jorenko, myself, and two others were the “administrators” of the high school computer lab & network (we set it up). A printout of O_o was taped to some cardboard and sat in the corner to watch everyone.

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I have the worst migraine of all time, and there’s the faint metalic taste of blood in my mouth.

Make the pain stop.

1. “Simian Acres” would make a good theme for the barbarian.
2. The “Angel City” themes from Blast Corps works well for the Assassin.
3. “Command & Conquer Prowl Redux OC ReMix” fit well with the Claw Viper Temple.
4. Perfect Timing: “Hey, it’s Tip Tup!” from “Tiptup Terror” just as Diablo appears.

It started, I am in my room (this nice Chicago apartment). Two others are there, too. One is female, but I’m not sure who she is. The other is Harrison, a friend of Manivane and Jessica’s, but he was female, too. I’m lying on my bed, Harrison’s lying on the floor, and the girl’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. We’re talking, but I don’t know about what. I think we’d been drinking that night, and it had gotten a little crazy, because the unknown girl’s naked. Harrison’s wearing blue lingerie, which belonged to me in the dream, but I’m fully clothed, wearing my leather coat, even. When Harrison and the girl got into some lesbian-action related positions I’d never seen before (yet made perfect sense), I decide to go get more cheesecake.

I walk into the kitchen, and there’s some guy raiding my fridge. He’s in a blue Hawaiian shirt, and he’s looking for the cheesecake. I chase him off. I look inside the fridge, and the cheesecake’s gone. A little more than upset, I go to the room to tell the others that it’s gone, and I see that the 13-16 year old young man who was in my fridge was now talking to them. Apparently he’s friends with the other girl, who, when she speaks, sounds like Amy, though she doesn’t look like her.
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I personally prefer a personality to a penis.

MyNameisGat0: I have metal joints. Beat me up and win fifteen silver points!

SmarterChild (2:53:30 AM): Sorry, I couldn’t find my penis in the encyclopedia. Would you like to search the Web for my penis?

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SmarterChild (2:54:49 AM): Play nice, Schroe Dot Org. I thought you apologized before.
Schroe Dot Org (2:54:54 AM): i’m sorry
SmarterChild (2:54:54 AM): You’re forgiven!
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:06 AM): I’m sorry you’re so STINKY
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No, they don’t tell me to murder people. They don’t tell me to do anything. They’re very indistinct. I’d almost forgotten about them, yet they returned tonight. They sound to me much like a muffled radio newscast, or as if someone’s got a TV on in the other room at low volume. The voice is usually female. I assume this because of the higher pitch. Tonight, though, it was male, mid-twenties. I listened to him mumble for a bit after I’d finished brushing my teeth. I can never pick out words from the voices. I try to understand them, but I don’t. Which is good, I suppose. Come to think of it . . . this is the first I’ve heard the voices since I’d moved out here. Back home, I used to smack my clock radio to shut it off, but then realize the noise was in my head. The voice sounded just like the NPR newslady for the longest time. I just realized that I never hear the voices when I’m distressed. I only hear them when I’m happy. I guess that’s why hearing them is comforting to me. It’s a sense of familiarity. I can hear him now, mumbling away about something important that no one is really listening to. It’s a serious tone, not really monotone. It has the rise and fall of pitch as normal speech does, it’s just told very concrete, which is why I compare it to a newscast. It’s droned out to a soft buzz now, a bit like radio static.These voices have been there forever . . .

Hooray for four AM!