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

I think it’s slightly wrong that I could go years without a suicidal thought, but at the slightest mention that breaking up with Jorenko is an option we both don’t want to take, but it’s still there – that launches me into envisioning myself plumiting from my 8th story window, or scraping my head along a brick wall until it’s scraped away.

I’m playing a really old DOS AD&D game. The characters are being played fully in-character rather than the usual powerhouse stuff.

Schroe: Does not wear armour, uses only staves or bows.
Jorenko: Only swords, wears armour per usual.
Ettin: Only axes (clubs until I get the first axe) and armour per usual.
Queen Mew: Only psychic related attacks/defenses.

Candice really
REALLY
REALLY
needs to start thinking before speaking.

I: “My friend Josh is coming over tomorrow. We’re prolly going to hang out around here playing games.”
Candice: “Hee hee, I’ll be sure to leave! *wink wink*”
I: . . . “I have a boyfriend. I am loyal to my boyfriend.”

Luckily, she interrupted, as she always does. If she hadn’t, I’d have said something really insulting to her.

I should remind you she broke up with her boyfriend of two years after one week of living here. She’s already fucking the guy she just met. :\

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[Jeff> I have used mIRC for 3wks 6days 13hrs 26mins 53secs in the past 5wks 4days 3hrs 20mins 56secs which is 70.42% of the time from when I activated my timer.
[Zack> I have been idling here for 1wk 5days 18hrs 53mins 9secs in the past 3wks 1day 10hrs 36mins 42secs which is 56.98% of the time from when I activated my timer.
[Ettin> I have used mIRC for 6wks 4days 3hrs 21mins 46secs in the past 39wks 1day 3hrs 28mins 41secs which is 16.83% of the time from when I activated my timer.
[Ettin> “w00t!”
[Zack> :(
[RickOShay> I have used mIRC for 157 yrs 6 mnths 2 wks 3 days 13 hours 39 minutes
[Schroe> That would seem about right to date your PC
[RickOShay> ?
* RickOShay shovels some more coal into his computer
[RickOShay> What do you mean? :o

Joshua says, “You’ve got a lot of balls. Most girls are scared to death of Grif.”

“I am afraid even through all thos precautions I took someoneright now could be messin with my files or fool with the taskbar or play .wavs. what should I do”

He’s worried that someone’s remote accessing him through a virus he downloaded.

*rips hair out and mashes head into wall*

10 minutes pass, and none of his friends help him.

“If you’re worried about someone remote accessing you, disconnect your phone line.” (The person is known to have dial up)

Isn’t it obvious that if you don’t want someone accessing your PC via the internet that you should get off the internet?

*bangs head several times*

In one of the many dreams last night, I was playing an RTS. The warriors were little Scissors looking people. They had red robes on, with little blue markings to indicate they were on the blue team. They carried maces as their main weapon.

After looking at my warriors for a bit, I rotated the map – The map was 3d and spherical. I directed my warriors to the mountains north of my base camp, and had them populate it. As I dealt with the northern encampment, I left my southern city to develop on it’s own, which it did. It prospered fairly, the generators making more and more people. The only thing I had to do was instruct them to build different generators. After a while, I had a generator that made large floating jelly-fish that would explode on contact, making them pretty darn cool for preliminary attacks.

So I did so. And they attacked my southern city. I started building walls around the only entrance to the Northern encampment

Then I woke up.

Well, tonight was good. One of the people who decided not to listen to me when I told him what to do was thrown out of the Bell. :)

“I was sabotaged! The person responsible has been dealt with. One of the main problems was that I tried to do too much with too little knowledge with too little financial outlay. I had an
extremely active MB, a lot of members willing to help and one person who buggered it all up. I’ve been off line since early May, I only got online an hour ago. Next time, I’ll get a local host and
do a course on web page design. But since I run my own business, have two kids etc. it may be a while.

Nice to hear from you,

John Merlo.”

Anyone who knows the story of JD Merlo will find this funny. If anyone has questions, please comment so I know how much to tell :)

Grif was kind enough to bring me food from a shelter, but I really don’t need it.

He even made lunch for me.

I owe him one, yes, but I do not owe him my discomfort. He grabs me like we’re dating or something, and gives me kisses. I tell him not to.

He’s putting moves on me, even though, when I first met him, I told him I had a boyfriend.

[00:36]Ettin> I’m being annoyed over AIM by some idiot :(
[00:36]Ettin> ettin64 (3:37:38 PM): STOP IMITATING ME, DAMN IT
[00:36]Ettin> ettin64 (3:37:39 PM): STOP IMITATING ME, DAMN IT
[00:36]Schroe> :O ME TOO!
[00:37]Schroe> Schroe Dot Org (12:37:02 AM): STOP USING REALLY WORN OUT JOKES
[00:37]Schroe> Schroe Dot Org (12:37:02 AM): STOP USING REALLY WORN OUT JOKES

Not yet sure if I want to hang out with Grif more or not.

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

Yep, worse than death.

Next >

I make myself look like an idiot too much. I just don’t care anymore.

[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.

[To be continued]

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…