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Jun. 14th, 2007 06:10 pmDamn... I'm really out of world news. Apparently zombies invaded America? Goddamn time zones. Oh god, why am I such a procrastinator? I knew it was a bad idea to put off that zombie contingency plan, and now look!
No worries though, I still have Max Brooks' Zombie Survival Guide. I'll just have to look things up on the spot and improvise. I estimate we have a good deal of time left to prepare before they reach us, because the hell is any zombie going out rampaging in this torrential rain.
In other news, what is up with all these things I thought were common knowledge that it turns out are weird trivia that only I know? First it was Amerigo Vespucci, the dude they named the Americas after - turned out only one other person in my group knew that when the question came up in a trivia game. Now it appears that "jury-rig," which has always been one of my very favourite phrases, is not as present in the popular lexicon as I had previously thought. Beth sprained her finger, you see, and splinted it using the remains of a plastic spoon and some cardboard. But when I used the term she and Poppy and Rachel looked at me funny. We were all clinging to the heater in the common room while waiting for our respective buses, and drying every item of Poppy's clothing that she could decently remove to hang on the heater after she got caught in the rain.
They say there's going to be hail! There probably has been by now and I just didn't notice. Hail is fun. When you're, you know, inside. Maybe it will concuss some zombies.
ETA: FUCK FUCK FUCK. Oh shit I'm going to be EATEN.
FUCK WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PARENTS?
ETA2: I am perfectly calm and rational. I will not take being eaten lying down.
...metaphorically speaking, of course. OH THANK GOD that's the parents' car.
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No worries though, I still have Max Brooks' Zombie Survival Guide. I'll just have to look things up on the spot and improvise. I estimate we have a good deal of time left to prepare before they reach us, because the hell is any zombie going out rampaging in this torrential rain.
In other news, what is up with all these things I thought were common knowledge that it turns out are weird trivia that only I know? First it was Amerigo Vespucci, the dude they named the Americas after - turned out only one other person in my group knew that when the question came up in a trivia game. Now it appears that "jury-rig," which has always been one of my very favourite phrases, is not as present in the popular lexicon as I had previously thought. Beth sprained her finger, you see, and splinted it using the remains of a plastic spoon and some cardboard. But when I used the term she and Poppy and Rachel looked at me funny. We were all clinging to the heater in the common room while waiting for our respective buses, and drying every item of Poppy's clothing that she could decently remove to hang on the heater after she got caught in the rain.
They say there's going to be hail! There probably has been by now and I just didn't notice. Hail is fun. When you're, you know, inside. Maybe it will concuss some zombies.
ETA: FUCK FUCK FUCK. Oh shit I'm going to be EATEN.
FUCK WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PARENTS?
ETA2: I am perfectly calm and rational. I will not take being eaten lying down.
...metaphorically speaking, of course. OH THANK GOD that's the parents' car.
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