All of my zombie dreams are disturbing.
I recently dreamt that I was hiding from zombies with some others in some kind of underground government facility in a snowy wasteland. The zombies somehow jimmied their way in, and since there was nowhere else to go, we all bolted outside. Apparently it'd be safer to be outside and surrounded by nothing but snow and zombies than inside for some reason.
I was carrying a young girl with me, but the ability to escape seemed futile, so we decided to lie down in the snow and "play" dead so the zombies would walk right past us, as logical as that might be. The girl, however, would not stop crying and couldn't calm down. Holding my hand over her mouth, I told her that if she couldn't quiet down, I'd have to kill her because otherwise the zombies would take notice and feast on our sweet, sweet, brain juices.
She wouldn't stop crying.
That's when I woke up, but I think I snapped her neck.
School continues to kick my ass and next week it only gets worse:
three papers due
student teaching application/resume due
student teaching interview
Neil Gaiman at Mall of America
Nine Inch Nails concert
comic book convention
Diamond Nationals karate tournament
Mirrormask opens -- we'll see if it'll be worth the wait
my birthday
and maybe somewhere in there might be Peter's birthday party at the Chuck E. Cheeese.
Although only two people have failed to pass the student teaching interview in the history of student teaching interviews, it still scares the bejeezus outta me to sit in front of three of my professors and advisors and have them interrogate me with their stone, unsmiling faces. -shudder-
As of yet I don't have any plans for my birthday, but seeing as though I have class until 9:00 p.m. I'll probably just end up in a stupefied state of transcendence brought upon by an uholy concoction of wine, music, and masturbation. and that don't sound too bad to me. but pfeh. we'll see what happens. I don't think a get together would be successful since I don't think any friends would get along with each other. maybe I'll once again end up in another's bed, spoonifying and smelling like someone else the whole day after. only time shall tell, I suppose, eh?
This entry is boring and sucks major ass but I've been busy and tired and sick so we'll just have to deal with it and nyah. heh.
I'm strung out and going crazy. so how do I relax? by visiting my favorite bronchitis-inflicted friend this side of androgyny.
I recently dreamt that I was hiding from zombies with some others in some kind of underground government facility in a snowy wasteland. The zombies somehow jimmied their way in, and since there was nowhere else to go, we all bolted outside. Apparently it'd be safer to be outside and surrounded by nothing but snow and zombies than inside for some reason.
I was carrying a young girl with me, but the ability to escape seemed futile, so we decided to lie down in the snow and "play" dead so the zombies would walk right past us, as logical as that might be. The girl, however, would not stop crying and couldn't calm down. Holding my hand over her mouth, I told her that if she couldn't quiet down, I'd have to kill her because otherwise the zombies would take notice and feast on our sweet, sweet, brain juices.
She wouldn't stop crying.
That's when I woke up, but I think I snapped her neck.
School continues to kick my ass and next week it only gets worse:
three papers due
student teaching application/resume due
student teaching interview
Neil Gaiman at Mall of America
Nine Inch Nails concert
comic book convention
Diamond Nationals karate tournament
Mirrormask opens -- we'll see if it'll be worth the wait
my birthday
and maybe somewhere in there might be Peter's birthday party at the Chuck E. Cheeese.
Although only two people have failed to pass the student teaching interview in the history of student teaching interviews, it still scares the bejeezus outta me to sit in front of three of my professors and advisors and have them interrogate me with their stone, unsmiling faces. -shudder-
As of yet I don't have any plans for my birthday, but seeing as though I have class until 9:00 p.m. I'll probably just end up in a stupefied state of transcendence brought upon by an uholy concoction of wine, music, and masturbation. and that don't sound too bad to me. but pfeh. we'll see what happens. I don't think a get together would be successful since I don't think any friends would get along with each other. maybe I'll once again end up in another's bed, spoonifying and smelling like someone else the whole day after. only time shall tell, I suppose, eh?
This entry is boring and sucks major ass but I've been busy and tired and sick so we'll just have to deal with it and nyah. heh.
I'm strung out and going crazy. so how do I relax? by visiting my favorite bronchitis-inflicted friend this side of androgyny.
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comicking:
Happy Frickin' Birthday! ok. so I'm late. fucker. 18 minutes late too... its hard to keep track of this stuff when you're black, and I don't mean the race either, rather when you're anon you don't have anything, no friends list, no access to groups, no ability to leave posts - unless you do what I just did - pop in and out.
karalynn:
thanks for the great comment on my last journal