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Dream 2002.09.12

I’m not sure which came first, the sorority, the diablo, or the shopping, but the shopping came before the sorority. The diablo portion of the dream … I was in a bus, travelling down an open country road. Eventually, we … Continue reading

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Misdial

What the fuck? Five phone calls in two days from five different people all getting the wrong number.

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War

For those who have not yet been told personally, my brother recieved his orders to be stationed in Iraq. He will most likely leave the week before or the week after his birthday. His birthday is October 1st. I hate … Continue reading

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thanks mom

Fucking hell. I’ve got my porfolio sitting next to my bed, my dirty laundry next to my bed, and a stack of books next to my bed. Why? No fucking room elsewhere in the apparment. I’ve got two dishes in … Continue reading

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Dream 2002.09.08

I had a dream about elevators. I fucking hate elevators, but I have to deal with them every day. It’s a stupid irrational fear that they’ll malfunction. I’ve never truly had an elevator malfuntion with me in it, but the … Continue reading

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Begin Pre-Menstrual Rant of Nonsense.

Fuck you. FUCK YOU. A thousand times, Fuck you. You, of all people, I get emotionally attached to. You, of all people, I come to expect things from. Equal if not greater intelligence. Understanding. PATIENCE WHEN I HAVE NONE. I’m … Continue reading

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Candice

Coffee grounds spilt in trash bin. Not mine. Min asks me to clean them up because it’s my coffee machine. I said no. They are not my grounds, and I am not Candice’s maid. Min cleans.

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Fortune

I went to the arcade today with five tokens so that I wouldn’t have enough to play more than one game of PIU . . . and then Gabriel gives me a handful for the hell of it.

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Pay Attention

What would I have done, if she stepped on the bird? Would I have yelled at her for not paying attention? Would I have sobbed at the loss of an innocent bird? Would I have commented on the tragedy as … Continue reading

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Maxim

Maxim is the single stupidest publication I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of reading.

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I’m thinking castration.

What will it take to make males (Other than Jorenko) realise that they will never be more than just friends?

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Dream 02.09.03

Dreams always seem so real ;_; In a dream last night, I was sleeping. In the dream, I woke up, and felt someone under me. Jorenko had somehow gotten into my room and underneath me without waking me up. I … Continue reading

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Imbalance

I hate it when drawn characters have breasts bigger than their heads, and still manage to keep balanced in a fight.

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Dream 02.09.02

I had a dream about a game. I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the … Continue reading

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whoops

On cartoon network, they just accidentally showed a minute from Mission Hill instead of a commercial during a children’s movie

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Art

I decided to cut class tonight. I didn’t have the work done, so I decide just to not go. There’s no real penalty in it. I decided to get lunch/dinner at the House of Blues. Since it was dinner time, … Continue reading

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Missus

Schroe Dot Org (12:04:09 AM): Some guy hit on me tonight and asked my name. I said “Mrs. Jurack” :P J Jorenko (12:04:38 AM): Like the sound of that, do you? If not, I’ll just bounce you til you do.

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Candice

Damn that bitch. She still hasn’t done her dishes from weeks ago. Not only that, it’s 10:47 AM and she’s drunk off her box of Corona, which she finished by herself this morning.

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Mission Hill

The ending of the birthday episode of Mission Hill made me cry. The part where Kevin’s just sitting there alone in the empty house.

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Candice

Okay, I’m a very lazy, sloppy, messy person, who really doesn’t care if her room looks like a pack of wild geese have been through it So you know it’s pretty serious when I get pissed about cleanliness issues. The … Continue reading

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Idiots with Tampons; Dream

Update 1: Family friendly dream: Some company was testing some radioactive shite, and somehow, this related to planet of the apes. There was also a game in which one must escape without being seen by the guards. Tough game, I … Continue reading

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lurve

I’m tired, I’ve got a headache, and I’ve got a lot of shit to deal with. And the one thing that’ll make it allllll better is 250 miles away.

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The Amazing running Schroe

[Aqua> It’s that ham show on tv! YAY! [Geno> ham? [Aqua> hamtaro! [Geno> ugh kill it, hamtaro gives good shows a bad name [Aqua> But it’s too cute. I feel enslaved. [Geno> FIGHT IT OR I WILL EAT YOUR CHILDREN … Continue reading

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Toilet

It has often been my theory that if you don’t go outside, nothing will go wrong. Then I moved to Chicago. Whatever the reason, clog in the system, too much water in the pipes, or maybe my toilet was magically … Continue reading

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pooped

So some guys from the arcade walked me home, ‘cos I kinda passed out on the machine. J Jorenko: :O I’m not going back for a while -_- J Jorenko: You know what that means. You’re starting to run out … Continue reading

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