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

1. Mom came to visit. Yay. Why can’t she accept that people of other skin colors exist and can be something other than what she expects?

2. Two days ago, Dennis, owner of Dennis’ Place for Games, asked me to burn a copy of Pump It Up: The Premiere 2. He’s got two arcades. One arcade has Prex, the other Premiere 2. He wants Premiere 2 at both. Andamiro says he has to pay $900 for the second copy. He doesn’t want to.

3. CD’s burned. We take it to the arcade. Wahey! The moment of another truth – we plonk the Premiere 2 copy disc into the Prex machine …

“Lock Error”

4. Well, sheet. We plonk the Premiere 2 original in the Prex machine.

“Lock Error”

5. As far as we know, the disc WILL work in the Premiere 2 machine. We’ll find out tomorrow. :]

6. Near as I can tell, the best way to solve this is to put the Prex lock code on the Premiere 2 copy disc, and it should work fine. I need to get my hands on the Prex, then. I’ll present this idea to Dennis tomorrow after I see …

7. My possible new apartment. Closer to downtown than I already am, but it’s west. Right next to the blue line. 3 bedroom, I’ll be sharing with Troy and a friend of his. They already said I get the bigger room.

8. Mom’s cutting off the extra money for rent that comes with my financial aid. Crap. Now I need a job, and fast.

9. I miss my Jorenko.

“You know coffee stains teeth, right?” – Lametria, said in a manner in which she was trying to get me to stop drinking coffee forever, because she doesn’t like the smell (which she expressed later).

That bastard TJ broke my fucking art supply case, and didn’t think anything of it. Fucker’s not coming back, ever.

Ghetto-bitch roommate Lametria decides to introduce me to her friend’s roommate, whom she assumes I’ll get along fine with because he’s a gamer, too.
Things I learnt about “TJ”
– He’s a hyperactive gamer dweeb. He is not, by any means, a geek. He knows nothing of hardware or tech, only of face-value of the systems he “collects”
– He’s pushy. Well, not really pushy, more like he doesn’t stay in his own business, or he has no regard for other people’s business. He came into my room, while I was in there, and just started sifting through all my stuff, giddily commenting on everything I owned. Yes, boy, you’re excited, but damn, couldn’t you have asked before you got all in my stuff?
– He loves anime. He’s got furry characters. He’s writing a story of his own. He told me about it. It’s no where near as well though out as mine, though I might just be saying that because I know what’s in my head better than his. Or I could be saying it because he told me the basic plot, and it didn’t seem like anything well-planned – A story writting for the quips rather than the grand plot.
– He’s a Team Artail fan artist. He draws well, but it’s mostly copy work with slight changes to hair and the like. All females look the same, but with different hair/colors, all males look the same, different outfits/hair/etc.
– Troy works in the photo department of Walgreens. Troy has seen some rather provocative photos of TJ.

I dragged the poor boy to the arcade, he was scared off rather quickly by the massive amounts of people kicking his ass at games he though he was great at.

Other things tonight – Troy asked me to get some songs and burn a CD for him. My burner has been on the fritz for a bit – I wasted three discs before it actually worked. I had to disconnect and wait a hell of a long time for it to work properly.

Troy just phoned me – he’s waiting for a bus in front of a bar, and a team of tow trucks (seven in all) are taking a large number of people away. People are running from the bar, bribing the towers to give the car back.

This may sound weird, but I have a blemish on my face that’s putting pressure on my temple and giving me a major migraine.

I just remembered something about the first and only auction I won on ebay. The seller was a friend/fan of mine from from Newgrounds that I hadn’t talked to for six months prior to buying from him. I didn’t realize it was him until he emailed me.

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Ettin, you wouldn’t have been saved by your one lurker, nor would you have been saved by your damned devourers.

You left the your based entirely undefended when you launched your attack. My defenses at the main base too out all but your sodding three devourers and three guardians. Then my third base, the second one you attacked, took out what was left of them.

What’s worse, you didn’t even have your expansions as functional. One spawning pool, one spire, etc. Destroy spire, no more mutalisks for you, because you didn’t make use of your expansions beyond resource gathering.

I sent my marines and SCV’s down to the base as you launched your 5th pitiful attack against my remaining base. Every one of those five attacks did no irreparable damage. Instead of building defenses for your base, you threw potshots at me.

Had I known that you were playing like that, I’d have sent my marines into your base instead of down there, and just left the SCVs by themselves.

You were razed by MARINES, Ettin. You should feel ashamed. Very ashamed.

While you were busy destroying what you thought was my only base, I was building the defenses for the other, and ignoring the main one. Main base gone? Who cares, I’ve already got all the upgrades for my marines, and I’ve got barracks elsewhere. :]

Why on earth would you empty your entire base of units when attacking?

I took out five overlords, five to seven smaller units, and four or five structures with one battlecruiser. Two wraiths throwing potshots should not take out several buildings, including a hatchery.

1/ The devourers were never in a location to see the marines and SCV leaving.
2/ I had enough depots at base2 to supply 50 more marines than what I already had. You also left only ONE standing at the main base.
3/ Yes, you’re an idiot for not keeping your base defended.

Your scourges would have only seen the Marines as they arrived. Not much you can do from that.

The one lurker you say cost you the game could have been easily cleared by any of the wraiths remaining wraiths of mine, when sent with the marines and vultures. Your lurker was worthless, just like your attacks – You’d make a dent, not break anything.

A lesson? For you to not assume that you’re going to win straight off, perhaps. You still play like a newb. >:| You’ve been playing more than I have, and I haven’t played in months. You should have gotten better, but you still play like you did before.

So proud you destroyed my main base, and you lost all your attackers doing so … and then those little shit attacks you pulled afterward …

Bah.

My roommate is threating to fail out of school to make her parents lose a lot of money, because she’s unhappy here.

Update 2:00 pm

She got off the phone and prepared to go out for a cigarette, so I joined her. She’s actually the only roommate I can almost tolerate right now, so I decided to play the “good friend” and listen to her vent. Yay me.

Is social interaction with people who think that appearance is more important than character even worth it?

I’ve got no problem that Ashley is a stripper.
I’ve got no problem that Kara’s a fucking lush.
I’ve got no problem that Lametria’s dumb as bricks.

I do have a problem that they think that because I have internet access, and they pay rent here, that they are entitled to use my connection without paying for the costs.

This is not Road Rules or The Real World.
They are not my friends.
They are not my sisters.
They share an apartment with me, nothing else.
I do not wish to spend time with them, ever.

Schroe Dot Org: As with any game creator, a pattern can be seen in their actions. Rare and Collecting things, for example. However, in crosswords and word searches, the patterns are more evident. In a crossword book, usually each puzzle within is written by the same person. This one person has only their own vocabulary from witch to draw words and clues. Once the answer pattern is detected, it would be much simpler to recall past clues to be able to fill in the words without other letter hints. In theory, one should eventually be able to fill in a crossword with using only the “Across” clues. Or “Down,” if they so choose. I was only on puzzle eight :-(
EcoFireKitten: I know exactly what that’s like. I had a book of crosswords (Easy ones) for the Maine trip
Schroe Dot Org: On puzzle eight just now, I finished without looking at the down.

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

*ring*
“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.

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

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.

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?
Schroe 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.

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.

I am so glad to be already showered. It’s 10:46, and as far as Candace knows, I just woke up.

And she just got in the shower.

Where did it go? Where did all the skill and realism and interesting stuff go?

What happened to me? Where have all my ideas gone? Why can’t I create stuff like I did before?

Why did I get lazy with my art? Why did I get shittier in designing?

Why am I going to a school that wants to turn everyone into advertising directors?

Why do I feel like I’ve given up on everything I’ve ever wanted to do?

I hate it when I get so stressed out that all I can do is cry.

The fucking bitch did it again.

Christ, she’s fucking stupid. She wakes up a full three hours before me, and doesn’t take a shower until the moment I get up.

Fuck it, I’m going to class late.

Update: The bitch gets out of the shower fifty minutes after she gets in.

I get in the shower 7 minutes after that, because she’s decided that she NEEDS to apply her makeup in the bathroom. (there’s 3 mirrors elsewhere in the apartment, yet she needs that one.)

I get in the shower, spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom altogether, including changing clothes.

I walk out of the bathroom, and the bitch LOCKED THE FUCKING BEDROOM DOOR.

So I wait another ten minutes for her to get out of there, so I can get my stuff for class.

Dammit, bitch, have some fucking consideration.