Thursday, September 25th, 2008.
In the living room.
Nothing.
Jedi-grandma called me a little while ago. Apparently my uncle Ricardo died this morning. No one knows how or why.
It just now hit me.
-00Ballistic
Thursday, September 25, 2008
008; Umbrella?
Thursday, September 25, 2008.
Outside the 00HQ.
Waiting.
So, apparently, I've sharpened my rather large umbrella. It's a St. Petersburg Time's umbrella with comics on it. It has a huge metal tip (not really good for thunderstorms and lightning, but pretty hot for zombie impalling).
The boy just dropped me off, and, in his words "I'll wait till you get inside, you know, just in case of zombies."
Sometimes I wonder if he's making fun of me. Oh well.
Izzy and I will protect him and everyone else in the end, so whatever. He'll thank me in the end. :)
Holy shit! I just looked up internships for the New York times. HOLY SHIT.
An editing internship pays $924 a week. And accomodations are only about $250 a week. SCORE!
It's really hard to get it. No worries. It's my new goal. I can do this.
You know, if zombies don't destroy everything first. :(
-00Ballistic
Outside the 00HQ.
Waiting.
So, apparently, I've sharpened my rather large umbrella. It's a St. Petersburg Time's umbrella with comics on it. It has a huge metal tip (not really good for thunderstorms and lightning, but pretty hot for zombie impalling).
The boy just dropped me off, and, in his words "I'll wait till you get inside, you know, just in case of zombies."
Sometimes I wonder if he's making fun of me. Oh well.
Izzy and I will protect him and everyone else in the end, so whatever. He'll thank me in the end. :)
Holy shit! I just looked up internships for the New York times. HOLY SHIT.
An editing internship pays $924 a week. And accomodations are only about $250 a week. SCORE!
It's really hard to get it. No worries. It's my new goal. I can do this.
You know, if zombies don't destroy everything first. :(
-00Ballistic
Labels:
editing,
internship,
New York Times,
umbrella,
zombies
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
007; News.
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008.
In class.
Half listening.
I'm in Religion right now but I had to take a moment out to write this. I was looking through world news, just for kicks and giggles (lulz), and found something interesting.
I'll try and find the article again but apparently a body went missing somewhere in Malaysia.
The body was set to be autopsied, having died out of nowhere for no apparent reason, but when the mortician returned the body was gone. If that doesn't scream zombie, nothing does.
Except, of course, all the people when they finally attack. I'm on to them.
I'll have to call Izzy.
-00Ballstic.
In class.
Half listening.
I'm in Religion right now but I had to take a moment out to write this. I was looking through world news, just for kicks and giggles (lulz), and found something interesting.
I'll try and find the article again but apparently a body went missing somewhere in Malaysia.
The body was set to be autopsied, having died out of nowhere for no apparent reason, but when the mortician returned the body was gone. If that doesn't scream zombie, nothing does.
Except, of course, all the people when they finally attack. I'm on to them.
I'll have to call Izzy.
-00Ballstic.
Monday, September 22, 2008
006; Back.
Monday, September 22, 2008.
Atop the 00 HQ.
Catching up.
Sorry. Haven't had internet for a few days. I spent time in Orlando.
Lots of things happened. I went to Believe, hung out with everyone, played Risk, won Risk, trolled wrestlers, got macked on by an extremely drunk fellow, and was added to an exclusive message board. Busy busy.
I really need to clean this room. Shame on me.
But I really need to read this Nothing Human by Nancy Kress by Wednesday. Urg.
I should be getting to that right now, actually.
Okay, peace.
-00Ballistic
Atop the 00 HQ.
Catching up.
Sorry. Haven't had internet for a few days. I spent time in Orlando.
Lots of things happened. I went to Believe, hung out with everyone, played Risk, won Risk, trolled wrestlers, got macked on by an extremely drunk fellow, and was added to an exclusive message board. Busy busy.
I really need to clean this room. Shame on me.
But I really need to read this Nothing Human by Nancy Kress by Wednesday. Urg.
I should be getting to that right now, actually.
Okay, peace.
-00Ballistic
Labels:
I believe in wrestling,
nothing human,
risk,
wrestling
Thursday, September 18, 2008
005; Primping out.
Thursday, September 18th, 2008.
My room.
Primping.
I got in the mood to be girly again *hangs self*. It's okay. The Cardigans make even girly moods okay.
I need to tidy up this room, e-mail my homework, and pack up for Believe tomorrow.
Josh is coming tonight. I can finally get sustenance in this dorm. And a pot pie. I really want a pot pie.
Now if only Walmart supplied crowbars. One of the handiest weapons for zombie survival. This zombie thing has gotten out of hand. It all started out as a joke.
Izzy had the Zombie Survival Guide and we always joked about how he would get scared reading it. Then with just one trip to Applebee's, and I don't even remember why this all happened, the zombie bug hit me.
With a growing fear and Josh and Izzy's growing fascination with zombie movies this all blew out of proportion.
Josh was a goner. With both Izzy and I on the zombie track, he was bound to catch the fear bug.
Now, when we go to a restaurant or anything Izzy and I scope out the place for potential weapons and safe spots. It's a little silly, but necessary.
The day will come. I like to pretend it won't, but we all know. Goddamn zombies.
-00Ballistic
My room.
Primping.
I got in the mood to be girly again *hangs self*. It's okay. The Cardigans make even girly moods okay.
I need to tidy up this room, e-mail my homework, and pack up for Believe tomorrow.
Josh is coming tonight. I can finally get sustenance in this dorm. And a pot pie. I really want a pot pie.
Now if only Walmart supplied crowbars. One of the handiest weapons for zombie survival. This zombie thing has gotten out of hand. It all started out as a joke.
Izzy had the Zombie Survival Guide and we always joked about how he would get scared reading it. Then with just one trip to Applebee's, and I don't even remember why this all happened, the zombie bug hit me.
With a growing fear and Josh and Izzy's growing fascination with zombie movies this all blew out of proportion.
Josh was a goner. With both Izzy and I on the zombie track, he was bound to catch the fear bug.
Now, when we go to a restaurant or anything Izzy and I scope out the place for potential weapons and safe spots. It's a little silly, but necessary.
The day will come. I like to pretend it won't, but we all know. Goddamn zombies.
-00Ballistic
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
004; Being productive.
Wednesday, September 17th, 2008.
Outside the 00 HQ.
Taking a break.
I'm actually doing homework. Yes!
Josh interrupted me just now with a phone call, but I'm almost done, so that's cool.
I just realized that I need to read a book by next Wednesday. Nothing Human, by Nancy Kress, she's coming to my Mass Comm. class. I missed today's speaker, Jane Healy. >:(
I'm sitting just outside the HQ and I opened my blinds for the first time. I usually just have my curtains over it and turn on my light. Clearly I am retarded as I chose to open the blinds as the sun is setting and very little light is actually coming through.
I have so many books to read. I really just want to read the zombie survival guide. We must prepare ourselves for the inevitable.
I have so many things to read and watch and I haven't had to the time because I've been procrastinating on the internate. For shame.
Really now.
My Joker poster looks like it's going to come down. I have to fix that.
I made the horrible mistake of looking at decor blogs. Now I'm just like :( I want money and an apartment to decorate. Damn dorm room. Damn Bank of America, who is not giving me my money.
When the zombies attack, they should be the first to go.
Okay, back to being productive.
Peace.
-00Ballistic
Outside the 00 HQ.
Taking a break.
I'm actually doing homework. Yes!
Josh interrupted me just now with a phone call, but I'm almost done, so that's cool.
I just realized that I need to read a book by next Wednesday. Nothing Human, by Nancy Kress, she's coming to my Mass Comm. class. I missed today's speaker, Jane Healy. >:(
I'm sitting just outside the HQ and I opened my blinds for the first time. I usually just have my curtains over it and turn on my light. Clearly I am retarded as I chose to open the blinds as the sun is setting and very little light is actually coming through.
I have so many books to read. I really just want to read the zombie survival guide. We must prepare ourselves for the inevitable.
I have so many things to read and watch and I haven't had to the time because I've been procrastinating on the internate. For shame.
Really now.
My Joker poster looks like it's going to come down. I have to fix that.
I made the horrible mistake of looking at decor blogs. Now I'm just like :( I want money and an apartment to decorate. Damn dorm room. Damn Bank of America, who is not giving me my money.
When the zombies attack, they should be the first to go.
Okay, back to being productive.
Peace.
-00Ballistic
003; I should be sleeping.
Wednesday, September 17th, 2008.
Above the 00 HQ.
Not sleeping.
Yeah, I should be sleeping. But I'm not. I'm on the phone with Josh. I'm catching up on my Zombie survival guide.
Why the fuck am I not sleeping?
I have class tomorrow at 8:35. Urgh. I should be sleeping. Not cool. Not cool.
Fuck zombies.
Oh, and Josh is on the phone telling me facts about Tom Green and Freddy Got Fingered. Excuse me while I take a shotgun to the head.
Squish.
-00Ballistic
Above the 00 HQ.
Not sleeping.
Yeah, I should be sleeping. But I'm not. I'm on the phone with Josh. I'm catching up on my Zombie survival guide.
Why the fuck am I not sleeping?
I have class tomorrow at 8:35. Urgh. I should be sleeping. Not cool. Not cool.
Fuck zombies.
Oh, and Josh is on the phone telling me facts about Tom Green and Freddy Got Fingered. Excuse me while I take a shotgun to the head.
Squish.
-00Ballistic
Labels:
josh,
sleep,
tom green. freddy got fingered,
zombies
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