And Who Will Be Fired Out Of The Cannon.

Well, that's that. No more school for three mondays. W00t. The Epic Conclusion to Senior Conference was fun. Except I got too relaxed after the meditation and went into "somebody hug me!" mode, which is fine when there's someone around you can glomp at random, but I can't drag Avi around with me everywhere XP. So there was angst. But it passed somewhere during the running through the rain with Jenny because she forgot her jumper and then the buses went whacko.

When I got home I narrowly escaped an ambush by a huge blue gym ball clinging to the ceiling, just waiting to pounce. I'm not sure how my mother wedged it up there, but by god it gave my a fright to casually glance upward and see something huge and blue poised above my head. It's not like in comics where you know it's just Nightcrawler with a bad sense of direction. I had spent about fifteen minutes discussing zombie contingency plans with Nicky this morning because we had to wait in the library for the teachers to get their act together and she looked bored, so I was in the right frame of mind to panic and stake it through the heart, or set fire to it. Which would have pissed my mum off a little.

Speaking of zombie contingency plans, I've just discovered Kelly Link. Most. Awesome. Short story writer. EVAR. Even counting Greg Egan. Like, whoah. I mean, that's it, I'm adding kelly link as an interest now. I am just that MADFANGIRLy about her.

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So, I'm off to Dubbo. No flisty for me until Monday night. Oh, livejournal, whatever shall I do without you?!

Finish writing that song about zombie outbreaks, I suspect.