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

[Continuing from the previous list]

6. Grif. He walked me home tonight because of recent events. Not really events, just annoying little things – someone grabbing my arm and me kicking him off on my way home from work once. Someone followed me home once. Stuff like that. I haven’t been hurt at all.

Grif walked up to me while I was walking home, and grabbed my arm. I didn’t recognize him right away, so he got a swift kick from me. He didn’t get upset, because he realized that he did startle me. He offered to walk me home, which is fine by me. Joshua had said he was trustworthy before, and, as I now realize, Josh had also asked Grif to watch out for me.

While walking, we ran into people Grif knows . . . I should mention that Grif knows everyone. Grif has a lot of people, and they’re the kind of people I like. Loyal. Honest. Realistic. Gang mentality isn’t all bad.

7. Cork Board. I’m not feeling the love here, people. I put effort into this, and when the amount of effort returned isn’t high enough, I lose interest.

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Well, for my English class, I have to write a journal. He wants random musings, thoughts, etc. So I figure, “Why not just post things in LiveJournal, and just copy/paste/print and give it to him?”

So here it is, and it might be a bit more than regular readers (if such things exist) are used to, because I am really not interested in censorship right now.

1. I am an idiot over certain things. I have fucked up, to a great extent, my internet relationships. Even people who were my closest don’t have interest in me anymore.
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I wish to become famous, and that I would have a large following of fans and fanatics of my stories.

In these stories, I will include a man with one toe, so that someone may choose to imitate him as closely as possible by cutting off all but one toe on a foot, and then, finally, there will be pictures on the internet of a man with one toe.

Schroe Dot Org (1:58:26 AM): “Daniel” is the shitface who gives me trouble. He was doing it again tonight.
J Jorenko (1:58:40 AM): At TB?
Schroe Dot Org (1:58:44 AM): Yes. Threatened to file a grievance against me, just because I asked him to make one fucking taco supreme while he was standing around doing shit and I was cleaning my line.
J Jorenko (1:59:37 AM): Dear arse.
Schroe Dot Org (1:59:49 AM): It took him five minutes to make it.
J Jorenko (1:59:49 AM): If he’s wrong, what the hell can that do, anyway?
Schroe Dot Org (1:59:53 AM): Nothing.
J Jorenko (1:59:57 AM): Good.
Schroe Dot Org (2:00:40 AM): While he was making it, another order came up. And he just stood there, doing nothing, again. And I was still cleaning. Everyone else was just standing around, too. Read the rest of this entry »

Make the hurting stop.

I had a dream last night that someone broke into my apparment to rob it. When they came into my room, I just said, “Whatever, just let me sleep.” and they took all my stuff and let me sleep.

Well, I’m fucked.

I’m careful with my money, to an extent. I work within my budget, but my budget does not allow other people’s misfortunes, or other people’s involves in a bad manner.

I spent too much when I went home.
Mike didn’t pay me this month.
My credit card is locked.
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YAY First time back behind the counter of a Taco Bell in 7-8 months. I still got the speed, I still got the skills, and I hate it that there’s people there who can’t wrap 1/6 the speed of me.

J Jorenko (12:25:08 AM): I locked my keys in my car and just got in
Schroe Dot Org (12:25:19 AM): …
Schroe Dot Org (12:25:24 AM): . .            .
Schroe Dot Org (12:25:33 AM): . .                         .
J Jorenko (12:25:45 AM): That’s what I said.

*recalls a dream*
There was this bit of space that was perfectly empty. Outer space, that is.

And it moved.

We (Jorenko and I) were sitting at a train yard and watching the nothing. They’d predicted the end of the world, so we decided to watch the nothing attack and destroy us all. The nothing moved across the sky, consuming anything near it. After a while, it stopped consuming things, because there was nothing near enough to it to be consumed – it’d entered our solar system. Read the rest of this entry »

schnorks> Yumblie, are there any plans to release RMB RPG 2 for the palm pilot?
Yumblie> There are 4.
schnorks> Four what?
Yumblie> Plans.
schnorks> What are they?
Yumblie> Top secret!

Schroe Dot Org (7:46:29 PM): Why are the pictures scary?
ettin64 (7:47:17 PM): That question is easily answered. You see
ettin64 signed off at 7:47:23 PM.

I work at Taco Bell again. One week after starting, I will be training to be a Shift Manager.

Being cute is cool. I just got a free cab ride. He asked for my number; I gave him the apartment number and told him my name was Amy. XD

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I find myself in a hospital bed. The doctor was about to perform surgery on me to remove eggs for donation. (I had read an ad for egg donation earlier this week, and it pays $5000) The doctor asks me if I’m ready, and I say sure. As he comes at me with the knife, I stop him. He then says, “There is no anesthesia for this operation.” He proceeds with the operation, all the while I’m screaming. Eventually, I pass out from the pain. I wake up in the waiting room, in the hospital gown. I start sobbing, wailing for my mother, but everyone ignores me. I sit in the crowded waiting room alone.

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http://gfishbone.com/heroname.php

Villains fear me.
Heroes envy me.

Amanda Marie Schroeder is…
The Toxic Mindbender

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

Avid Diablo 2 players ahoy.

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How many people will dismiss me simply because of my age?

I’m wise beyond my years, and arrogant beyond my peers. :]

Love is a term thrown around to lightly.

So is “friend.”