I feel like a hero

Why hullo there. Blogging time. Why, because I can. Also because I'm being forced (not entirely against my will) to start a new blog for my journalism class soon. So I feel the need to not neglect this one. Enjoy.

Na-Na-Na-Nah Batman, Batman, Batman!:

Went crazy, purchased games. These are their stories.

Arkham Asylum: Holy Shit, purchase now. Like, really. It's awesome. The game makes me feel like Batman. And I really mean that. It's easy to forget that Batman isn't an all powerful bad ass who eats nails for breakfast, does a thousand one finger push-ups each morning, gets the girl, is invincible, and charges in headfirst without a care in the world.

Batman is a bad ass who eats nails for breakfast, does a thousand one finger push-ups each morning, gets the girl, sneaks around in the shadows then pops out of fucking nowhere to silently beat the shit out of you. He's the worlds greatest detective.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I've always known that. Batman is the dark knight, the stealthy bastard who'll track your ass down and then knock you out before you know what happened. He's a fucking ninja. He's the GODDAMN Batman.

And this game, it makes you remember all that. It makes you feel like Batman. The real Batman, not this hollywood shit (albeit the hollywood shit is awesome) where you never fully realize how the real Batman operates.

Arkham made me remember that. And for any comic book fan, any REAL Batman fan, its a must play.

Peggle (iphone version): Damn addicting. I have no idea why, but Peggle sucks hours out of my life without me realizing it. One of the best randomly spent $5 of my life.

Zenonia: Well done little action rpg for the iphone/ipod touch. The controls are a bit wonky (and I have tiny hands/fingers, god have mercy on anyone with bigger hands) but it's a nice game to have around. I hear it's about 20 hours or so, so it was money well spent. Especially when having a DS or PSP around isn't really an option.

Baseball Superstars 2009: This game is just adorable. It's a nice time waster, doesn't require too much, and is easy to pop in and out of, exactly what's needed in an iPhone game. Did I mention it's adorable? Because it totally is.

Scribblenauts: Write Anything. Solve Everything. Except not really. It's more like, Write lots of stuff, hope it works out. It's a fun game, don't get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy it. But controlling Maxwell can be a betch (the d-pad really needs to have some use here) and some things just don't work like you'd expect them. But then again, Pterodactyls + Rope + God = OWN. It's the little things that make this game awesome. I'm not sure why it's so much fun, but the game really is a blast, despite the frequent frustrations of shoddy Maxwell controls.

And that's about all I've randomly spent money on because I went crazy. Sometimes I wish I could randomly go crazy more often so I buy more games. They're awesome.

Quote of the Day:

"Zombies are forever...Kinda like diamonds... Except rotten."

-Tori

I never meant to hurt you girl you know...

Hey. It's been a long ass while lol. 2 months. Suppose I havn't had too much to say. Been busy lately. Lately as in, since school started. That 1.5 monts before that... yeah I was just doing nothing. But tonight. Tonight I felt compelled to write. Even just a little bit.

...But When The Sun Comes Up, I'll Still Be Around:

Oh the shenanigans I manage to get myself into. I can't say I didn't see any of this coming, it's all been building up for quite some time now. It's quite marvolus really, I'm sure I'd appreciate it even more if I were on the outside, but even still, I can see the magic in it all. It's like a chemical reaction, all the little particles coming together for one big, magnificant explosion.

I've learned I can see the build up, and the explosion itself, but I never quite know what the results are going to be. What particles are left standing... and which ones get damaged in the process. I can say one thing though, I regret nothing. At the very least... I'll go down in flames.

Quote of the Day:

"I never meant to hurt you girl you know. You never felt a winter quite so cold. But when the sun comes up, I'll still be around 'cause it's summer time, get down."

-Cobra Starship

The Day 'You and Me' became 'We'

Hullo again. It's been awhile I suppose. I've been feeling the need to blog for the past week or so, but I havn't really had anything bolg-worthy to say lol. In any case, here's my random arse thoughts.

14 Years, Huh?:

Damn. That's long. Today is my parents 14th anniversary. Wow. Fourteen years of being committed to not only yourself, but to someone who didn't come out of your vag. That's insane. Years of accepting annoying habits, waving the farts away, and waiting for them to come home. That's unbelievable. It's incredible really.

I can't imagine being so dedicated to someone for so long. Hell, I can count the number of people I've known for that long on my fingers. And 100% of them are related to me. I can barely imagine knowing someone for that long. The longest I've known anyone, outside of relatives, is 8 years. And that's 8 years of on again, off again friendship. Nothing even semi-resembling permanence stretches beyond 4 years or so for me. And even 4 years is a stretch.

Maybe that's why I'm so fascinated with this whole concept. Years with the same people, coming to know them, understand them, and accept them for everything they are and aren't. Now I understand it doesn't take so long to come to understand and accept people. But for my stage in life, where so many people change and grow and come to understand themselves, it seems almost impossible to have any sort of relationship with anyone for an extended amount of time. People say it's possible to grow separately without growing apart. But is it really true? I'm more inclined to believe it's damn near impossible. Damn near. That's not impossible, just so close that I might never be able to manage it. Maybe I don't want to.

I was watching Bones last night, and Booth said that no matter what, even if people leave you it's worth the time that you spent together. And his friend Naka? (I think, I wasn't paying much attention to his name) said something along the lines of, 'if I was willing to give my life for my sister, I'd be more than willing to give her my happiness too.' It's a great idea in principle, and I'd love to believe it. But it's... difficult to place your happiness in people. Because once you do, it seems that so many times they just walk away with it. And you're left to repeat the cycle, endlessly. Untill hopefully, one day, someone will walk in, and maybe, just maybe, they won't walk out.

And those ones who don't walk out. Thats who matters. They're your family. A friend. A spouse. A bromance. A best friend. Whatever form, they're family. I can only hope that one day, like my parents, I'll find someone who after 14 years of friendship and love, I can still look at and smile.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.

Quote of the Day:

"Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."
-Robert Heinlein



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Revenge of the... critics?

Yo. Felt the need to post. Mostly because I saw Transformers: Revenge of the fallen today. And I liked it. Yeah I said it. I liked it. F you world! I SAW TRANSFORMERS 2 AND I LIKED IT!

I Also Wore My Ravage T-Shirt:

Why the hate? Seriously. So much hatred for one movie.
I liked it. A lot. Made my day. And Ravage was awesome. I'm just a wee-bit sad that Soundwave was some thinggy in space.
There were robots. There were robots fighting. Optimus kicked ass, and didn't get his ass kicked this time. The robots had more screen time than last movie.
Yeah, ok. So there was a lot of random crude humor for no reason, and a lot of fanservice for/from Megan Fox. (The painting a detail on the bike in the beginning, upside down I might add, was hilarious fanservice.)
Stuff blew up, it was ridiculous, robots fought, died, and were ressurected. (after cheesy magical prohecy scenes that were funny and completly retarded) Egypt and Jordan were permanantly redecorated. Did I mention that Optimus totally kicked ass? Yes the movie was silly. Yes there were retarded things going on. Yes the story wasn't as fleshed out as it could have been. But doesn't that happen in the vast majority of silly little summer action flicks? The only real difference this time was that there were helicopters being exploded by TRANSFORMING cars. And a distinct lack of old washed up retired 40-50 year old military guys/cops/spies as the main character. Instead we get Sa---Shia LeBouf--m Witwiky and... fanservice-y Megan Fox... I mean Mikala?
Bottom Line: Shit blew up. Transformers were present. Transformers blew shit up. Huzzah!

Also: yeah, ok. the random crude humor was retarded. But the rest of it really played like an Action flick. A funny silly, shit blows up for no apparent reason, action flick.

Quote of the Day:

"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
- Optimus Prime

Careful, I heard she hits below the belt.

Yo. Hasn't been TOO long I suppose. Then again, I don't suppose this post could seem anywhere near late considering my last epic gap between postings. Any who, I've been playing a lot of Fable 2 recently, and I found something in need of sharing. Mostly because I was shocked and appalled and amused and mostly shocked.

That's A Low Blow Right There:

Alright, so as I said, I've been playing a lot of Fable 2 recently. Now, what makes this post worthy, is something that I found slightly shocking, humorous, amusing, and somewhat appalling.
You see, I was running around and adventuring, off saving the world and whatnot, when I decided I wanted to get married and have a kid so that I could have some legacy when the game was over. So I went off and got me a husband, and proceeded to make me a babby. (I had a little boy, I named him Asher)
Then it turns out the very next main quest was a trip off to some crazy prison place for 10 years. Yea. Total FML moment. So off I went to the crazy prison place after saying my goodbyes to my brand new family (there's no break from this hero business).
10 years later I've managed to break out of prison and the first thing I do (after changing out of the weird guard uniform) is go see my family. Of course they're ecstatic that I'm alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And my little boy is all happy that he finally gets to meet his mom. Yayness.
So after our heartfelt and tearful reunion, I wonder off to go back to saving the world. No vacations from that.
And that's when all hell breaks loose. I'm about halfway across the known universe when I get an update from my family. Apparently my dear old husband is horny. Now, being the kind person I am, I make the 2 day jog back home just to accommodate him. Then I arrive at my house, and lo and behold, the bastard doesn't want sex. He wants a divorce. WTF.
A two day JOG across half the country for him, and he want's a divorce. So there I am, standing on my doorstep feeling extremely confused and put out. So what do I do? What any person would do. I beg, grovel, and shower my bastardly husband with gifts.
To no effect. Finally, annoyed and angry at my retarded husband who won't respond to anything I do, I give up and go off to save the world again. Of course, about a day later I receive a note saying that my husband has divorced me and run off to live in some other region. Bastard. So continuing with the slaughtering monsters and my long trek cross country, I receive another note. Apparently since my husband 'died' (yes. that's exactly what it said) my child was taken away by the Fable world equivalent of Child Protective Services. FML.
Now, as traumatizing and weird and retarded as this whole situation was, it has little weight on what happened next.
The next place my poor single arse had to go was some marshland full of killer banshees. Now these little ho-bags couldn't just scream like they do in myths, they wern't even enticing or anything, no. They were evil little things who shout out your worst fears in a haunting voice. So of course my fable banshees went around shouting about my failures as a wife and how my husband wouldn't stay with me for anything. Ouch. Ouch. Seriously, ouch. Such a low blow.

Had that hit anywhere close to reality, that could have stung. Stupid game pointing out inadequacies. As it was, I just killed her with fire and went about my merry little way, while wondering what the consequences of that could be for someone who had experienced any of those feelings in real life.

Quote of the Day:

"You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you."
-Eric Hoffer

I have no razor claw with which to evolve my Sneasel

Huzzah! It's been less than a month! I'm so awesome. My crappy updating schedule needs to be fixed. -sigh- Maybe one of these days I'll actually commit myself to regular updates. though I must say, I updated with much more frequency while school was in session. Curious. In any case here goes nothing.

Here There Be Updates:

I do believe I've watched more movies this last week than I've watched in months. I blame this entirely on our new HBO and Showtime subscription. Also on my mothers addiction to said channels. (on a slightly related note: I'm watching titanic. I think dislike Rose's character.) Any who this all goes along with my addiction to stories. I say addiction, because that what it truly is. An addiction. I don't normally watch movies, I find it very hard to convince myself to sit down and dedicate time to well... sitting and watching. I know it seems counter intuitive given my normal lazy nature, but thems the breaks. Either way, once I do actually sit down I can manage to pay attention. Most of the time at least.

On a slightly less related note my DS is getting lots of love. More love than it's gotten in a long time. Grand Theft Auto: Chinatown Wars is truly an awesome experience. One of the best games I've played in a long while. I'm kind of sad it hasn't gotten the sales it deserves. I also finished up Infinite Undiscovery, and that was a very refreshing change of pace. The characters were really well done, Capell especially, and the story was definently worth my time. I've got Fable 2 in my backlog, and Knights in the Nightmare on the way, so needless to say my gaming needs are well taken care of for a while yet. But at the same time, Prince of Persia 360 is down to $20 and I almost can't resist picking it up. Almost. We'll see if I actually manage to hold on to my money...

Quote of the Day:

"Twenty years from now you will be more dissapointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
- Mark Twain

Fighting Dreamer

Hullo again. It's been less than a week! Huzzah! I've felt the need to post for a few days now, but I just now got a decent topic to write about. I realized something tonight, not for the first time mind you, but I thought about it for the first time in a while. I figure I should write it down somewhere before I manage to forget again.

Inspirations:

I've been playing Infinite Undiscovery recently. Lovely game really, if you're interested in RPGs I suggest you check it out. I personally am throughly enjoying it.
Any who, I realized something today while playing the game. I love stories.
Now, when I say this, I don't mean in the general sense. I love stories. It really explains a lot. My career path, my hobbies, everything. It's all so simple. Everything revolves around the story. Reading the story, telling the story, writing the story. I'm story crazy.
It's funny, because I tend to be mildly ADD. My attention span is that of a squirrel.
Except when there's a good story. I can play RPGs for hours on end without losing interest at all. I can marathon the Lord of the Rings movies and not miss a single line.
Good stories make me happy. I'm glad I've got a crap ton of unplayed/unfinished RPGs laying around. I'm glad I have unread books lying around.
Because this summer, it's all about that fictional dream.

Quote of the Day:

"If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive."
- Barry Lopez

Well That Wasn't According To Plan...

Hullo there. Been a bit again. I'd lie and say I was doing something important, like, I dunno, studying for finals maybe. But that just seems pointless now. In any case, the semester is finishing up, so I figure I should post something. That, and again, there have been a few things on my mind. Also: I'm procrastinating.

This is keeping me from studying for J101:

Well alright. I took a few minutes break before actually attempting to write what I intended to, and I realized that I have no idea how to phrase this. What I've been thinking about is a fairly complex series of thoughts, all intertwined all steming from different ideas and concepts. It's actually fairly hard to put together into coherent words (at least for me) and I'm really struggling with the concept. Maybe that's why I've been thinking about it so much lately.
Or maybe it's because I have way too much free time, and so little to do with it.
In anycase, my thoughts are still far to scattered to actually compile into something resembling a fleshed out blog, so for now, I bid this adieu. On to more tangible things.

I am a happy little girl right now. Nintendo is remaking pokemon gold and silver. Day one purchase here. Maybe even a pre-order. Pokemon gold and silver have always been my favorites, and i've spent considerable amounts of time with each incarnation of the series. Ho-Oh you will be mine. Lugia too maybe, I'm considering getting both versions this time around.

In other gaming related news, I'm actually fairly interested in the new DJ (DJ Hero and Scratch: The Ultimate DJ) games coming out. I was terrible at Beatmania IIDX the few times I tried it, so a more mainstream version might do me some good? Probably not, but i'll be paying attention to both DJ titles as more info comes out.

Also: YOU CAN CONTRA CODE FACEBOOK! Do it now for the luls. And if you don't know what contra code is you can look it up on your own. I refuse to link for that, on principle.

Quote of the Day:

"If you cannot convince them, confuse them"
- Harry S. Truman

Today's Dreams. Tomorrow's Reality.

Hullo again. I suppose it's been awhile. I don't even know when the last time I updated was. That probably means it's been too long, huh? Any who, here's today's thought process. Enjoy.

Thought of the Moment:

So I've been thinking a bit lately (shocking I know). Thought process recently is really just a fleshing out of things I mentioned last blog (I just checked, it was about week ago, SCORE!) In any case, I'm slowly coming to the realization that I will be graduating in a couple years. (What the hell happened to my childhood, and how do I get it back?)
I have a general idea of what and who I want to be when I'm all growed up, but how do you get to that point? I try to be a decent person (and for the most part succeed) so Jesus/God/Buddha/Allah/whatever you believe in shouldn't hate me too much.
But its the other part I'm concerned about. The good news is that the gaming industry is booming, and shows no signs of slowing down in the near future. That should mean that someone, somewhere will need an expendable peon, and I'm more than willing to be that peon.
The bad news is that the specific sector of the industry isn't doing so hot. Magazines in general are dropping like flies, not to mention gaming mags. They're pretty much holding on by a thread, only a few of them are left.
Good news part two is that I'm not delusional enough to believe that I'll actually write for a print magazine. Even better news, is that there will always be a need for the press, so I'll hopefully be able to write for some online mag one day.
All I really know, is that all anyone can do is try. I've got these dreams right now, and I'm running at them full force. No holds barred. I'm gonna run and there is no looking back. No time for hesitation.
I guess the point of all this, for people who aren't me, is that no matter what your dream is, all you can do is try. Find something you love, no matter how ridiculous, and go for it. You want to be an Olympic swimmer? Then swim your ass off. Rodeo clown, DJ, writer, model, actress, rapper, whatever. Just do it. Somebody famous and important once said that if you enjoy your work, you'll never work a day in your life. I believe him. Screw the world, screw money, screw expectations. Just do your thing.
Maybe it's because I'm American, maybe it's how I was raised, I don't really know. All I know, is that life's too short to be anything but happy. So fuck you world, I'm going to be a broke ass writer and enjoy every minute of it. I'm going to write, maybe do some PR, play me some video games, and live in a shitty ass apartment 'cause I can't afford anything else. And you know what, I've never been happier about the future.

Quote of the Day:

Embrace your dreams.
-Angeal (final fantasy: crisis core)


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Does Not Compute

Wow, it's been epically long since I last posted. Again, I wasn't really doing anything that prevented me from posting. I just didn't. I should really attempt to keep at this more. In any case, these last few weeks I've been trying to do what I need to. Pay more attention to what I want to do when I 'grow up'. I've been researching the gaming industry in my spare time, following updates, checking out new sites, things like that. Trying to pay attention to different journalistic styles people use and things like that. I'm really hoping it'll be my future someday, and I'm more than willing to work at it. An who, here's a mini-rant. I don't really have to much to talk about lol.

Mini-Rant Get:

So I'm supposed to be doing homework right now. It'd be a really good idea. It's the end of the school year, and as such, there's a lot due in the next few weeks. Of course, I don't want to do any of it. So here I am, blogging about nothing, while time that could be better spent ticks by. I'm not concerned.
That shouldn't be too surprising actually. But really, I'm a massive procrastinator. And I don't think it has the negative effect that most people associate with procrastination. I find I work better in crunch time. I have to think, I can't dilly-dally. I get my work done, and it's quality. I don't understand the complaints about procrastination. Then again, I don't really understand stress yet either. Maybe that's it? My lack of understanding for stress makes procrastination a viable strategy? In any case, I still can't concentrate enough to get these critiques done. Oh well, I'll do them later. Or tomorrow before class.

Quote of the Day:

"Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something."
- Robert Heinlein


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This isn't easy to admit, but I'm afraid

Yo. Totally failed that week long feature thing. I don't feel bad about it either. So sue me. (please don't I'z a poor fool) In anycase, HvZ wrapped up wendsday night. T'was fun. I got a tag, took me literally all game, but I did lol. Yay me. In any case, this post isn't really HvZ related. It's a bit of whatever I feel like posting, in other words, I'm back to the normal format. Enjoy.

So I've been thinking:

I've come to a realization. I'm massively terrified of the revision process. Like it's kind of ridiculous. And the thing is, I don't normally even realize how terrified I am, until after its all over. Last Wednesday I had a conference with my creative writing teacher. I honestly had no idea how terrified I was of that meeting until after it was over. I found myself short of breath. It's ridiculous really. That one little meeting, five, ten minutes tops, had my breathing more irregular than all the physical activity HvZ had made me do. And I can't really say I don't know why.
Maybe it's just me, but I think there's a few things I've come to understand about writers. Again, maybe it's not writers as a whole, maybe it's just me. But all the same, it's truth.
As a writer, you bare your heart and soul. That once blank sheet of paper is now full of your thoughts and feelings. Your dreams and aspirations. And just when you think you've perfected them all, just when you've gotten all those feelings out, you have to share it. Share it with other people, other writers, all of whom are just like you. For all writers are essentially the same. They all have the same societal issues, all have the same god complex. A god complex that rivals, if not surpasses, that of a scientist. For a scientist seeks to understand the world around them, all of its complexities and patterns, the way it moves, the way it works. But a writer, a writer forgoes all these facts, these observations, and creates a world of his own. A world that would not, cannot exist without them. For a writer, he is the god of his world. He creates, he destroys, all on a whim. Decides who lives and who dies. If that's not the worlds biggest god complex, I don't know what is. But unlike god, writers have egos. Precarious little things. A writer bears his soul, creates whole worlds, worlds where he reigns supreme, and then, subjects his world, his soul to the thoughts of others. Of others with god complexes, of other perfectionists, to the critique of other pretentious assholes just like himself, and this process, this is critique. You bear your heart and soul, and meticulously revise and edit, and then, then all your hard work is thrown to the dogs. They rip and tear up your little world, your soul, and spit it back at you. What's left is small hunks of sentences, flowing analogies torn up, your beautiful words beaten and left for dead, replaced with idea concepts, all of which have nothing to do with your original thoughts. Why would anyone submit their very soul, to this kind of suffering? We do it because it's the only way we improve, the only way our worlds grow, change, and become even more beautiful than the original thought.
Maybe all of this is why I'm so scared of even thinking of signing up for Eng407 next semester. I'm terrified of 307 as it is already. I don't know how well I'd do. My writing is one of the few things I end up self conscious about, and I've learned, I don't do so well in that regards. I hate being nervous and unsure. Doesn't help any that I'm in a class full of great writers who seem to poop excellence. Curse my fragile little human ego, and my slight god complex. Of course, 'slight' in this context means a horrible merger between the god complexes of both scientists and writers. I want to know how it works, why it works, and then say fuck you rules of nature, I do what I want!

Quote of the Day:

"The road to hell is paved with adverbs."
-Stephen King


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Infection

Yo. Twice a day, eh? I'm pretty much awesome! hahaha, yeah right. Technically it's 12.38am but still lol. Anywho, lets get this over with shall we? I'm supposed to be doing homework...

Day 5:

Zack sightings at a minimum today. Saw one while trying to get lunch. No threat to be had. Ran into Lemmy in Lafollete, he's back on his feet. Sat behind an OZ in class today. Scared me shitless. Turns out, I had nothing to worry about. I booked it out of class before she even knew I was human. Ran into Lemmy and Sabo on the cowpath. Followed them to finished human mission. Rode shuttle with lots of other humans, made it back to the dorm safely. Zack sighting while trying to get dinner. No threat to be had. Mission specs out early. Head to Botswin for traditional meeting. Specs didn't say much. Head to atrium.

Mission 5: Dying Signal
Breifing: protect workers at strategic locations around campus for an hour. If one location falls, the others get 15 min added to the time. Move out.

Simple mission, hot-shots fsked it up royally. Should have protected something easy, like cowpath. Bigwigs chose Stu bridges. FML. We split to protect 2 bridges. Why? No reason really. Jose and I took the front line. Zoms came our way. We held our ground. At least the front two lines fell. We were tagged multiple times by out of play zacks. Turns out, the rest of the people on the bridge turned tail and ran. Cowards. We've been infected. Why? No reinforcements, no real help. Just us, a select few others, and the horde.
It was glorious.
We were the front line, we stood our ground, and took the Zs out with us. No one can say we went down without a fight.
Tomorrow we shall rise, and overcome those who have wronged us. Those who turned tail and ran. Those who still had amunition in their guns and socks in their hands. Those who for one reason or another, thought that 40+ humans armed with multiple guns, socks, and an obscene amount of ammo could not survive the simple onslaught of 30 zombies.
It matters not. I rise with the dawn, and the dawn does not bring hope.
It brings the horde.
I am the undead. I am the horde. And I am hungry.

Quote of the Day:

"God has fled. Hell reigns. Darkness prevails."
- Priest (Shadow: Dead Riot)



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Survival

Yo. So it's been a few days. I've been neglecting my feature. Partially my bad. Partially bad weathers bad. Nothing happened Saturday, as we had a thunder storm, and with HvZ being run by a university sanctioned club, nothing can happen during thunderstorms. In any case, here's Sundays situation. (would have posted last night, but i was being a lazy bum)

Day 4:

Low zombie threat level. Only 30 turned so far. An OZ starved today, along with another zombie. Zacks numbers are horrendously small. No problems encountered getting food whatsoever. No Zack sightings until mission time.

Tonight's Mission: Chaining the Beast

Mods sent out mission specs via quick time vid. (which was awesome) One tiny little problem though. Majority of the human resistance was around Lemmys computer. Lemmys computer refused to cooperate and wouldn't play the vid. We're all retarded and did not go to another computer. Mission started as soon as video was over. (the one part we did get to see)
Right from the get-go we had a substantial amount of confused as all hell humans wandering around in the general direction of the quad. When we got to the quad, we found a scientist with a glow stick, and a super zombie killing dart gun. Yay us. We were told to head towards water. Back to the duck pond we headed. Then we got the call. The Hospitalliars were in trouble at the Stu's. A rescue mission was in order.
Our rather large group was split in two, one half to continue the mission, the others to come to the Hospitallers aid. I, of course, gallivanted off towards glory and my (possibly) fallen comrades. We never made it to the Stu's. Rounding the corner of Emens and heading to Woodworth, we encountered a super zombie. Now, our intel at this point had said that super zombies could stun in safe zones (courtesy of our fallen hospitallier brethren) and that they could be stunned outside of safe zones, and that they were slow moving.
Imagine our surprise when this super zombie took off at full speed after our squad. Most of us (myself included) took off and ran like hell around Woodworth. Others of us elected to attempt to stun said-ridiculously fast super zombie. Said super zombie, shrugged off our meager nerf darts and socks, to continue growling and running after us. Shock and surprise abound.
After making it away from crazy super-fast, growling, un-stunable, brian-zombie we met a new super zombie behind Noyer. Out of the pot and into the pan.
This time we'd learned. Trust nothing and no one.
We ran like hell.
After narrowly escaping that super zombie, we noticed we had a super zombie tailing us. FML. Now, I'm not exactly sure if this was the same super zombie that we had just encountered, or if we had in fact managed to find 3 super zombies in such a short amount of time. Either way, we were being tailed by super zombie, and stalked by bane-zombie (of whom, I should note, most of our band was terrified, never mind the fact that there were 20 or so of us armed to the teeth, and one of him) In any case, we were practically herded toward Lafollete/Lafollete field, where miraculously we found the band of mission-oriented humans we had separated from earlier. The super zombie, ran from our epic group in terror. (exaggerated for awesomeness) Seeing as most of us still had no idea what was really going on, we decided to head back to the Stu bridges to see if we could find the other scientists. Upon arrival, we saw nothing.
Some members of the group at this time, proceeded to get extremely frustrated. We headed toward the library in hopes of chancing into something important, and that's when we ran into the entire horde.
Luck us, a giant time out was called do to the mass confusion. Zombie hugs were given and received during this time of loving, confusion, aggravation, and coldness. It was way cold outside. The mods and admin stood around discussing things and talking with players, while most of us wandered around cold and bored. Eventually the impromptu meeting was moved indoors much to my inner (and outer) glee. More discussion was had and eventually a verdict was reached. Old mission out, new mission in.

New mission: Escort a scientist to the South Stop. Escort same scientist back to the North Stop.

Mission was easy and no one was paranoid. All the zombies had gone in the other direction, trip to south stop easy and full of luls. Trip back was mostly easy and full of luls. NPC kept zigzagging for no apparent reason and took a roundabout way for the luls. Small zombie resistance forces were seen. Most of the horde was at the bus stop waiting for us. Chilling in the tree line, and in the safe zone itself. Somehow we managed to get the NPC in. With the mission now complete, people started to organize groups back home. Tif and I saw an opportunity to flee the scene without anyone noticing. Jose thought otherwise. In the end, we were 3 of the 5 left at the stop. With the horde. 10-15 zombies against 4 humans (Lemmy was down and out for the count at the time). Moral was dismal. The only plan was to run like hell.
Tif got bored. Tif skipped out of the safe zone singing. Tif was attacked and slaughtered by Brian-super-zombie. The grieving process wasn't allowed. With Tif down and the zoms sufficiently distracted, Jose and I hauled ass the other direction. I do not know what became of our other comrade. I assume she'll be out for our brains tonight.
After hauling ass, we proceeded to duck and run and hide until it was deemed reasonable to make our way back home. We had garnered a zombie tail, and had lost him at some point in time. We carefully made our way back to the dorm, and now have a pretty spiffy war-story of how we survived facing down inevitable doom and laughed in it's face. Any causalities will sorely be missed. For they will be the ones doing the hunting from now on, and whats worse, they know our secrets.
I fear for my humanity.

Quote of the Day:

"Zombies don't read. They ain't hooked on phonics. So give it a rest."
-Griffin (House of the Dead 2)



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Infestation?

Hullo again. It's day two of the week long HvZ feature. Lets get this party started shall we?

Day Two:

I can't say I did much today. With no Friday classes, I had little reason to leave the dorm other than for nourishment purposes. As such, I did not leave more than three time before the mission. Once for lunch, once for dinner, and once to help retrieve a lost phone.
I had the option of going to a day mission at 3 today. But alas, I did not show. Why? Because I'm a lazy bum who didn't bother to shower until 2.30. lol.
I was slightly perturbed today when every time I left the dorm there were no zombies in sight. But it's ok. Tonight's mission proved to be more than enough to make up for the lack of day zombies.

Mission 2: Cornered Like Rats
Objective: Report to Deputy Director at South Bus Stop at 10.
Consequences: Failure to bring at least 2 scientists to the Deputy Director results in numerous Super Zombies.
Failure was not an option.

The small band of 5 I was running with was primarily a scouting/front guard group. On our way from our dorms at the very north end of campus we slowly advanced from our point position down the side of campus with another 2-3 teams behind us. All in all there were about 20 of us slowly making our way down the cow path guns and socks at the ready. Fortunantly, we encountered no hostiles between the dorm, and the south stop.
I was mildly concerned when we hit the quad however, there were two UPD officers slinking around the art museum, and as anyone can imagine, UPD and HvZ are not the best of friends. We continued on our way, and the officers didn't pay much attention to us thankfully.
When we did reach the stop we did encounter a little trouble, but this was mostly in the form of drunk frat guys wandering around and yelling that we all need to get laid. I was tempted to shoot them in the face. We did have a cop car pull up to one of our larger groups and freak the rest of us out. While the majority of us stood silently by, waiting for the inevitable 'loitering' or 'disturbance of the peace' claim we could only watch on with bated breath as our brethren were chatting with the boys in blue.
When the chat was finally over, one member of the unfortunant group started jogging over and called for Lemmy. This kid is human of the day, simply for how awesomly adorible the scene was. Forget that we're all 20-something and carrying nerf guns, it was awesome and adorible, and he's human of the day.
The cops had told them that the zombies were in the quad now. Many luls were had. The cops are on the human side, viva la resistance.
In any case, we got our orders, there were 3 scientists spread across campus, and we had to get them and get to the north bus stop. Seemed simple enough. We split into teams and squads and headed for our destinations.
My team, we headed for the center of campus. Of course, the zombies had gotten there first.
We swung around, at a stand-off for a while untill the zombies took off in the other direction. With the help of a backup team, they were quickly dispatched, and we were able to retrieve the poor kidnapped scientist. By this time, the other squads had retrieved their designated scientists and were already heading to the north stop.
And oh so lucky us, first with the zombies, then with the missing scientists, then with the recovered scientist, well we, we picked an old slow moving scientist.
In a painstakingly slow procession we made our way to the northern stop.
We thought we were finished, but that was untill we found out some CEO had left his jump drive back in Cooper, clear on the other side of campus. The side we had just come from.
After slight reorginization, my team was called on again as runners/scouts. The goal, make it to Cooper before anyone else, and secure the perimiter. We were paired up with another squad of pure runners and we made our way across campus. Apparently somewhere along the lines, we lost one member for a restroom break, and our team was ordered to remain behind and wait for him. After about 5 minutes and little deliberation we elected to keep to the code, and leave him behind. Turns out, he made it to Cooper before us. There had been a horde of zombies waiting for us outside Cooper, and thanks to our delay we didn't actually have to confront them, the other squad did however and managed to take them out without casualties. We did loose one from our squad however, because he ran off ahead and got himself killed. Dummy.
After awhile of waiting outside the Cooper doors, a few of us decided to take a bathroom break. And that was when the shit hit the fan so to speak. I came out of the bathroom and all hell had broken loose. Aparently one of the major teams had almost completly been anihilated by a roving band of zombies, and there was one known survivor, who was outside Cooper with the rest of us, freaking the heck out.
Turns out, he just got seperated from the group and only 2 members of the massive group had actually gotten tagged.
We received a backup squad after calling in with the (false) intel, and proceeded to escort the CEO and his crazed employee back to the north stop. This took an obcenely long amount of time considering the CEO couldn't seem to walk and talk on the phone and because the employee was apparently a diabetic, and she proceeded to have a (fake) panic attack and fallout on a bench for a few minutes. We were being tailed by zombies the whole time.
When we had finally made it most of the way back, our immediate path was blocked by the zombie horde. They were of no consequence as our massive amount of squads moved to take them out, and as reinforcements arrived from the north stop. Mission complete. Scientists recovered, jump drive delivered, and no super zombies of which to speak.
Getting back to the dorm proved much easier than expected as well. Maybe the zombies took off after the Lafollette group? Dunno don't care.

Day 2: Survived.

Quote of the Day:

"Bill, just because your father tried to eat you, does that mean that we all have to be unhappy? Forever?"
- Mrs. Robinson (Fido)


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Incubation

Heh. Sorry it's been so long. Again, I'd like to say I've been busy, and partially, I have been. But mostly, I've been playing zombie related games. And by zombie related games, I mean RE5 and Left 4 Dead. I loves them so. In any case, I'll be updating for the next week. It's a week long special! Of course, for me to have a week long special, it has to have something to do with zombies. And this week is HvZ. It makes me so happy. The following are my (enhanced for awesomeness) forays into the humans vs. zombies realm.

Day One:

It's incubation day. Rumors are going around about two original zombies. I trust no one. I was massively paranoid all day. I'd even gone so far as to separate the day into phases.

Phase 1: get to and from econ safely. Phase 1 went off without a hitch.

Phase 2: get all the way across campus for anthro. Phase 2 had no problems.

Phase 3: get back to the dorm from mid campus. Phase 3 complete.

Phase 4: survive the mission.

Phase 4 was the only difficult portion.

Tonight's Mission: Collect "debris" (boxes) and "fallout" (glow sticks)

I ran with a small band of close friends. We took no chances. Mavericks and Blow darts were locked and loaded, socks were close at hand should the need arise. Our band of 3 took the longest most roundabout way possible to get to the center of campus. Why? You could call us paranoid, which would partially be true, or you could call us well informed. Rumor had it that the OZ's and regular zombies were Lafollette residents. Lafollette zombies spell trouble for the entirety of the Lafollette, and Johnson complexes, any situation where Botswin could possibly be involved is dangerous for anyone in the area. So as a (massive) precaution, we walked the longest possible route to meet up with the other humans.

After a long paranoia-filled trek to the Atrium, we were briefed, and forced to turn around and go back the way we came. Stupid mission starting right where we came from.

There was a small (really small) horde waiting for us at our destination. One that could easily be taken out by our overwhelming numbers. And what did we do of course, we ran our asses the other direction. Quite lame, but we did manage to tag them all out. (after suffering completely unnecessary casualties) The humans proceeded to run around gathering up glow sticks and cardboard boxes. I myself elected to protect the one carrying all the glow sticks and a few boxes, which of course led to me carrying 3 large boxes and a few glow sticks myself. (it's not easy carrying 3 boxes and a Maverick) In the long run, we collected all the debris and fallout and proceeded to head back to the Atrium, with about 5 minutes to spare on all the zombies time out clocks.

You would think that'd be enough time to get back to the middle of campus and finish the dang mission. But no, for some reason everyone seemed to get it in their head that walking slowly in tiny little groups when we vastly outnumbered the enemy was a good idea.

I, of course, thought differently.

I ended up running half of campus with a couple other guys to ensure the glow sticks made it back safely BEFORE the (tiny) horde was back in play. (really, i wouldn't have it any other way)

Mission success, minimal (though completely unnecessary) casualties and we got to talk to a guy named mudkipz. Also, completely roundabout way on the way back to the dorm. It was the safest way what with botswin being an evil hell pit of doom and possible zombie lurker-ness.

Day 1: Survived.

Quote of the Day:

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."

-Charles Schultz

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Eyes Wide Shut

Oh Hai Thur. I hope no one really expected me to update over break. Twas fun though. And I did get to see the King Tut exhibit. Not the real King Tut though, or any part of his sarcof...sarcaugh...coffin. 'Cause the exhibit was more of a Egyptian history exhibit than an actual King Tut one. Made me a little disappointed. Oh well, it was still kinda cool. In any case, time for today's rant. 

Thoughts of a Sleeping Kid:

So lately I've been remembering my dreams a lot more. And most of them are insane and awkward and I really have no idea wtf my neurons are doing when I'm sleeping. The other day I had this dream with Alice and Carlisle Cullen, Shia LeBouf, Orihime, Orphans, and people jumping trains. I have no idea wtf was going on. I do remember a cardboard box city in one of the train cars, and that at one point Alice and Orihime were not wearing shirts, and my mind cleverly kept their boobiez concealed with witty camera angles and conveniently placed arms and such. 

Now last night, I had this dream that for some reason I was waiting for a ride outside of a high school. It clearly wasn't my high school, but the dream did include people I vaguely remember as probably being HSE students. Now I was current me waiting for a ride with an abnormal amount of highschoolers. I was minding my own business, on my laptop and such. But those stupid little high school people decided I was on the torment list. They were those kind of kids, the asshat popular people that picked on other people for no apparent reason. In any case, they stole my psp and a few other things before preceding to taunt me and pretend they'd done nothing. I chased them around for awhile, and then dream me got pissed. Like, I'm actually going to try to severely injure you pissed.

I woke up with a frown on my face, and my fists clenched.

I was literally about to whoop some imaginary popular kid ass.

I don't normally get that involved in my dreams.

I did, however, wake up one day after punching my desk in an attempt to dream-reach for a soda.

After a few minutes of curiosity, I've really come to the conclusion that I simply have an innate dislike for a lot of people in my age group. 

In much better news: I've got Resident Evil 5. This makes me super happy. I don't particularly like playing it single player though, Sheva AI is pretty good, but shes a total ammo-whore. Don't see a zombie? SHOOT IT! What's that? A zombie? BAM! 10 rounds gone. It's awesome co-op though. Even when your partner leaves you to a gruesome zombie filled fate, while he laughs and 'holds the lantern'. Asshat. 

Quote of the Day:

"...It's like a genocide of color. Somewhere a rainbow is weeping."

-Shawn Spencer (psych)

Thoughts on a Plane?

Oh look. It's a traveling blog post! I really didn't expect to be on the Internet this week, but so far kidnapping connection has worked out much better than planned. So it's spring break '09. And this year, I'm hanging with the fam in ATL. I'll try to update regularly, especially the things I see column in the sidebar. Traveling is always so much fun, even if I've been to the place a bazillion times.

Random Travel Related Thoughts:

Personally, I love flying. And lucky me, I got to fly from Indy to ATL today. We got a brand new shiny airport in Indy. I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty spiffy. It's still fairly small, especially when I frequent the ATL airport in (almost) direct proportion to Indy International, but it's all shiny and new and open. It's got a really nice vibe now.
But anyway, security checks have gotten much better in recent years. (I haven't flown in about 2 years) It's no where near as tedious and annoying as it used to be. But what I really thought was cool, was the strip search machine. It was awesome! I got strip searched, without the stripping! My life is slowly becoming more and more like science fiction. I want my lightsaber! (or maybe I'd do better with a lightepee?)
So after getting psyudo-strip searched, I was waiting around in the terminal listening to the snakes on a plane soundtrack (yes, yes I did actually do that. I was severely disappointed with Samuel L. Motha-fuckin Jackson did not show up) and people watching. Now, inspired by snakes on a plane, I decided that if they're actually were snakes on my plane, or any serious disasters, we'd probably all be screwed. Lots of babbys and a distinct lack of buff martial artists. Good thing it was a boring flight.
In any case, the real point of this. I sat next to this lady today. And guess what she pulled out. A copy of New Moon. I almost died right there. I truly can't escape twilight. It's like... haunting me or something. She was reading the part where Bella hangs out with Emily and the wolves. Yes, I did read over her shoulder. Dante's Inferno was sitting neglected on my lap. I mildly regret this decision.

Quote of the Day:

"That's why I married you 47 years ago... I was drunk off of strawberry shakes."
-Ross Avina Sr.

Also, Things that make me happy: apparently king tut and the terracotta soldiers are in ATL. Guess who might get to see them :3



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I Have A Short Attention Spa... Hey Look A Quarter

Alright three days in a row! This is a record! I feel so cool. Maybe I'm just getting back on my feet, my brain has been a little off for a while (well more so than normal) so maybe I'm finally allowed to think random thoughts again. In any case, here's what I've thought about over the last 24 hours or so.

Fleeting Thoughts:

Multitasking. Is this really a trait to be valued? Cooperate America seems to think so. I'm not so sure. I multitask because my attention span is too short to concentrate on only one thing at a time. Im that person with 10 tabs open in firefox, a google chrome browser up, an unfinished paper or two open in word, itunes up and running, a paused video game of some sort, and an anthropology reading assignment next to me on the bed. It's like the most productive ADD symptom ever!

Really though, if you think about it multitasking is really just showing that your train of thought is all messed up. Oh I should do this, oh wait! What about that? And that? Then there's this other thing... I'LL JUST DO IT ALL AT ONCE! I don't think it really makes you any more productive, it just makes you look busy.

As proof to this statement, I was sitting in history today, pondering the above and taking notes, when I had this thought. Beards, do you brush them? Or comb the stringy ones? Do they get tangled in your sleep? Do guys wake up in the morning with bed head... for their beards? I must know. I will find an answer.

::EDIT::
Answer Get. Apparently it depends on the guy. Some people comb/brush them some don't. Same goes for getting beard bed-head. Also, apparently some people shampoo and condition them. Any more input would be greatly appreciated.
::EDIT::

Also, can Oprah die? I don't think so. It's gotta be like, illegal or something.

Quote of the Day:

"Three failures denote uncommon strength. A weakling has not enough grit to fail thrice."
-Minna Thomas Antrim



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Its so much better on holiday

OK, had quite a few random thoughts between last night and this morning. These are their stories.
PS: hahahaha, updated faster than normal!

Random Much, Yes sir:

OK, so me and my roomie were talking last night. And I got curious. Can wolves flip the pages of a book with their nose or paw? I would assume so. This conversation brought to you by, me being retarded and saying she can't read harry potter in the dark 'cause she's a human and not a elf/ half-elf. She then said her wolf could read for her (she plays a druid) but then she'd have a problem with the page turning thing. I don't think she would. Maybe issues with wet pages from Lupin's nose though.

On a related note, I claimed she was eating harry potter. Why? because she's plowing through that book like none other. Now what is harry potter made of, angst that's what. OM NOM NOM ANGST. Delicious delicious angst. Which brings me to the question: Angst, white or dark meat?
Personally, I'm gonna go with 'Questionable substance you buy and consume at McDonald's.' Who knows what it REALLY is.

One last random thought/question. Why do we call goldfish gold? Most of them are not gold. Yellows and oranges, and grays and whatnot, yes. But not gold. I wiki'd this. Turns out it's something about Asia and yellow being an imperial color, so only the imperial family could have yellow goldfishes. Go figure. Here's the link.

Quote of the Day:

"My fellow Americans, I am pleased to tell you I just signed legislation which outlaws Russia forever. The bombing begins in five minutes."
-Ronald Regan

PPS: I've added a twitter to the sidebar. Now you can know what I'm doing every five minutes!

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I'm Attacking The Darkness

So it's been a few days again. I'd like to say I've been busy, but really, I haven't. I've just been lazy and I haven't particularly had any awe inspiring thoughts. There was something over the last week or so that I told my friends I'd blog about, but I can't for the life of me remember what that was. So in the mean time, I'll blog about this.

I had to roll at least an 11 to write this:

I started playing D&D the other day. (god help me, I may be addicted already) And (not so) slowly but surely the world is sucking me in. I'm playing as a half-elven monk. Jaek has black hair and purple eyes, and is currently level one. He currently cannot fight to save his life (4hp) and frequently runs into the fray with righteous fists of furry flying. These righteous fists have a tendency to miss any and everything he punches at. We've decided he's just punching at air. I dream of a day where Jaek can run in fists flying, and actually hit something. I also dream of the day when he's not a laughing stock among his peers. In the mean time, Jaek will continuously run in, fists flying, and punch at the air in front of that heinous dire rat.

Quote of the Day:

"Everyone has a purpose in life. Perhaps yours is watching television."
-David Letterman

PS: The announcement of LBP and Assassins Creed for PSP made me a very happy little girl.



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And We All Fall Down Okay

O Hai Thur. I swear I didn't forget about this thing. I just didn't do anything interesting, or think of anything interesting in the last... few days. Oh I'm so boring. In any case, today a few interesting things ran across my mind. These are their stories:

Insensitive and Horrible thoughts? You Betcha:

Okay, so I was eating dinner on campus today, when a very interesting and intriguing sight happened to walk by. Now by interesting and intriguing, I mean interesting and intriguing to me in my friends, which really means, interesting and intriguing to horrible horrible h-e-double hockey sticks-bound people.

Disclaimer: These thoughts in no way shape or form reflect on the thoughts of society at large. The comments to follow are also in no way shape or form meant to be derogatory in any way, and I apologize for the inevitable backlash that will occur when I get famous and someone actually reads this crap. Long story short, if I ever run for President, or some other political, or other various important office, I hope like heck this doesn't come back and bite me in the metaphorical buttox.

That being said, lets begin. So I was sitting there, when this blind guy happened to walk by. Now the guy himself isn't what was so interesting and/or intriguing I see him quite frequently around campus and wasn't supprised to see him at the main dining location. Now, what really intrigued me, was the fact that he was on a cell phone. (This would be the horrible insensitive part, but let me assure you these questions only come about out of shear curiosity) Now personally, I know that I myself am fairly unobservant while talking on the phone and walking. I bump into all sorts of things that I should have seen or heard but did not due to the added distraction. (same goes for mp3 players really) herein lies my curiosity. Maybe I'm just clumsy (which really, I can be) but this morbidly curious part of me really wants to know how that all played out. He was walking really close to the wall, and seemed to be relying on his walking cane/stick more than normal. Maybe due to the temporary loss of a sense? I'm not sure. All I know, is that now I'm highly curious about this (seemingly) rare phenomina and would like to know more about the regularity of this action. Is it like driving and talking? Probably not the best idea, but not the worst either? Or is it just like walking and talking normally? Curious.

Also: Why doesn't the glue stick to the inside of the bottle? Curious.

Quote of the Day:

"Hey my friend, I see your eyes are troubled, care to share your time with me?"
-Dave Matthews Band



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Battle of the Sexes

Whats this? A post? Lies and Deceit! I blame the lateness of this on my sickness. It doesn't matter that I've only been sick for a day or two, that totally covers the whole 'five days since I last posted' thing. Don't question me. Now, in slightly related news, they totally need to come up with a useful application for snot. I mean really, we produce this crap by the bucket load, and it's completely useless. Maybe a car that runs on snot? That should lower gas prices...

Random Non-Snot Related Thought:

So its girl scout cookie time again, which got me thinking. The boy scouts really got the crap end of the business deal here. I mean really, everyone loves girl scout cookies. Those tiny (mostly) adorable little girls come 'round with their little brown and green vests on, patches everywhere, and sparkly happiness in their eyes and ask you if you want to buy some cookies. Not just any cookies, damn delicious cookies. It's almost impossible to resist. Then on the opposing team, are the boy scouts. Rowdy little thugs, in full uniform, dirt stains abound, and scratches on their knees, asking if you want popcorn. Yes popcorn. Boring, plain old popcorn. Seriously? Talk about the short end of the stick, delicious cookies vs. mediocre popcorn. The boy scouts really lost this business deal. Most of the time, they don't even have the cuteness factor to make up for the crappy marketing scheme. On the plus side, at least the boy scouts get to do stuff.

Quote of the Day:

" 'Light fuse and get away' may work for a Roman candle, but no so much for the wrath of a woman scorned."
-Jeph Jacques


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So Lonely

Whats this? I've managed to post 2 days in a row? Shenanigans. But really, I'm posting today because I amused myself in English today. I honestly need help. We were supposed to be working on a 1st person draft. Prompt for class tonight was something about writing from the perspective of either someone home alone in a vulnerable position while an intruder breaks in, or from the perspective of the intruder him/herself. Now, I couldn't come up with a prompt all week, so I didn't write anything. But then, I get in class. And this wonderful magical idea comes to me when she gives us the next prompt. Something about where lonely people would be. Here's how my thought process went: Lonely people --> Zombies --> lonely zombies --> OMG I BET THE WITCH IS LONELY --> Lonely witch is crying --> crying = vulnerable --> lonely vulnerable crying witch in a room --> Zoey and team intrude --> 1st person vulnerable/intruder/lonely story get!

Random Thought/Draft of Wendesday: (maybe i'll make this a weekly feature?)

Why Me? Where did everyone go? Why'd they leave me here? They said they'd never leave me. They said they loved me. Why does everyone always leave me? Why can't I stop crying? What was that? Mommie? No... That's not mommie... She is pretty though. I like her shoes. I wonder if mommie will buy some for me. Maybe she knows where mommie is! Wait, whats that? Why is she pointing that thing at me? It looks like one of those things daddy told me not to play with. What'd that lady just say? Witch? I havn't seen any witch... Hey there are more of them! Maybe they'll help me find mommie. That man has a funny hat, I wonder why they're all so dirty. Now they're all pointing those things at me, maybe they're gonna get that witch the pretty lady was talking about. My arm. Why can't I feel my arm any more? I can move it, but I can't feel it. Whats this hole? They did this. The pretty lady, the man in the funny hat, their friends. They did this to me! I'll show them. I'll show her. I'm not crying any more mommie. The pretty lady, she's not moving anymore mommie. Theres blood everywhere mommie, I'm sorry I made a mess. But mommie, I like this feeling. I think I'll get the one with the tatoos next...

Yes. Yes I did just write a terrible DRAFT (key word here, it's supposed to be crap) about the witch being some little abandoned lonely zombie foster kid beating the crap out of Zoey (who totally missed the headshot, LAME) and eventually Francis ('cause really, who likes Francis?). Louis and Bill make it though. They're BAMFz. Whose mommie? I have no idea. Pretend she's Gaara and talks to a gourd of sand on her back or something, sheesh.

Quote of The Day:

"When I find that witch, I'll give her something to cry about."
-Francis (Left 4 Dead)

(oh Francis, how little you know...)


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Baby Don't Hurt Me...

So I decided to post again. Welcome back to the (not so) dailey luls. Honestly, I'm still doing much better than I expected. So its totally February. February is a month of evil. An abnormally short month, which I might add, has always confused me. A month dedicated to black history, another thing that confuses me. Why dedicate one month to black history, what about all the other peoples that were oppressed and whatnot. Anywho, thats a rant for another day. But what really makes February evil, is Valentines Day, which leads me into today's thought (and by today's, I really mean the thought of the month, 'cause it's always there at the back of my mind, haunting me.)

Sinister Thoughts That Won't Let Me Sleep Properly:

Valentines Day, a hallmark holiday. Created for thoughts of love and togetherness and love and love and tiny baby's armed with arrows of doom. (I need to have a little chat with this baby, his aim is off. This chat will involve violence.) Oh the joys of the couples holiday. And by that, I really mean, wow, this sucks. Happy Singles Awareness Day everyone. People seem to loose their minds this time of year. Legitimately loose there frickin minds. For some reason, people get it in their heads that its not ok to be single this time of year. Everyone scrambles off in this search for their 'ONE TRUE LOVE. ONE LOVE TO RULE THEM ALL. ONE LOVE TO FIND THEM. ONE LOVE TO BRING THEM ALL AND IN THE DARKNESS... GROPE THEM?' (yes, that was a horribly done LotR reference, you don't have to injure me for it, the thought that I just typed that is pain enough.) Now personally, I'm not too bitter about the whole single thing (those candy hearts are nasty anyway) my own fear lies with cupid and his horrible arrows. What if the dumb little flying baby shoots someone else? And they happen to look my way? WHAT THEN?!? The traditional course of action is to flee and recoup at some other point in space, far far away. But when theres a campus full of ronrey peoples, and a baby with terrible aim, hope is lost.
Plan B: kill the zombies, save the world.
I like plan B. (which by the way, needs a much better name, the innuendo in that is just sickening)
PS: the shear amount of songs about love in my library makes me giggle.

Quote of the Day:

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
-Matt Groening

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Now playing: Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
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Pack Animal

Hullo there. So I totally missed yesterdays post. Maybe I'll post twice today as compensation? I doubt it, but it's still a possibility. In any case, the thought from this post stems from yesterdays thoughts, so I think that counts as a post for yesterday. Oh well, I'm still doing better than I thought I would. I still remember this thing exists lol.

Thought of the Day:

With the recent public acceptance of the atrocious literaterature that is the Twilight saga, theres been a lot of talk about Vampires and Werewolves.
Now personally, I have a love/hate relationship with the Twilight saga. And by that, I mean I am fully aware of how horrible the writing is (though, thankfully Meyers writing improves slightly over the course of the series), of how ridiculous the plot is, of how the thing truly reads like a giagantic piece of mediocre fanfiction. But for some reason, I couldn't put the thing down. I love the characters. Well, most of the characters. Bella is a total Mary Sue. And Edwards a creeper. Anyway, enough about that. Twilight makes me feel like a dirty literary hoar (albeit a very happy one).
Back to the point of this. Vampires or Werewolves? Leeches or Mutts. Whats your choice? Now, I'm not talking about twilight vamps and wolves, I'm talking about in general. Being a breathtakingly georgus nightwalker, or a (sometimes) uncontrollable shapeshifter.
Me? I run with the pack.

Quote of the Day:

"I don't care what you think, as long as its about me. The best of us can find happiness in misery."
-Fall Out Boy

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Now playing: Fall Out Boy - Tiffany Blews
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Lauren Blogs?

Well, here's my ill-fated foray into the blog sphere. Quite honestly, I'll be surprised if this thing lasts more than a week or two (if that), but hey, I figure I'll give it a shot. Billions of teenage girls can blog about their daily lives, why can't I blog about mine? And by mine, I really mean random thoughts and things I find funny. I won't bore you with the minute details of my life (much).

I'm really only doing this out of spite. I signed up for the school website, hopefully to blog, and they totally forgot about me. Depressing, I know, yadda yadda yadda. In any case, now my random thoughts will go on googles blog thinggy. Their loss (or gain if I turn out to be a waste of bandwith).

In anycase, here goes. I hope I don't bore you too much.

Todays Random Thought:

So hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you had a twin? And your twin, (s)he happens to be a huge narcissist. Like, the biggist Narcissist since Narcissus himself. Completly and totally in love with the way (s)he looks. Now, this narcissistic twin of yours, happens to be homosexual. What then?Would you be concerned?

Unfortunantly, I've been tainted by the internet. The word twincest comes to mind. These are the kind of things I think about...

Quote of the Day:

"Secrets are like herpes. If you got 'em you might as well spread 'em around."
-Harken (Mass Effect)



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