Instead of studying for my impending finals/ doom, here's the soundtrack to which I rekill* the undead. Enjoy!
1. The overall theme for the apocalypse:
"The Monkees" by The Monkees. Apparently I fight zombies 70s musical style... somehow I'm not surprised.
2. The song that plays when I kill my first zombie:
"See You Soon" by Coldplay. I must have not gone for a double-tap.
3. The song that plays while I'm being chased by a horde:
"You Turn Me On" by Ian Whitcomb ...yikes.
4. When I kill my loved one:
"Do Me a Favour" by Arctic Monkeys. This makes perfect sense... scary.
5. When I find a group of survivors:
"Bigger Stronger" by Coldplay**. I suddenly feel like being the best I can be... away from them. Sounds like me.
6. When I meet my new love interest:
"Happy Together" by Simple Plan. I could not make this up.
7. When I make my final stand:
"Tip of My Tongue" by Tommy Quickly. I guess I'm not much of a witty one liner sort of person.
8. When I think I've survived it all:
"Dull Life" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs! Fought off a bunch of zombies... no big.
9. When I discover a bite mark on me:
"Catch 23" by Gbh. Sure.
10. The song during the end credits:
"No You Girls" by Franz Ferdinand. That's right. I'm still attractive as a zombie.***
OK... off to go memorize stuff! This summer will be nothing but blog posts... I can feel it!
*Rekill... so not a word.
**How do I have that much Coldplay... I don't ever really listen to them. Even though they are, admittedly, awesome.
***JK! No one is attractive as a zombie. Except, maybe, James McAvoy, because God knows he's gorgeous at all times.
P.S. How did ABBA not make this list?! I am disappointed in you Zune shuffle... SO disappointed.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
An Explanation
At times I find myself thinking, "I really want to write a book". While this may sound like a great idea to most people, they do not understand The Cycle or (my possibly more accurate and affectionate name) The Pyschle* (the cycle dealing with my physce). Others say "Golly-gee! You really would be a great writer; I can't wait to read your work," but they do not see the inner workings of my befuddled & frazzled mind.
What is the Pyschle, you may ask?
The Pyschle can take many forms, but in all cases has 7 distinct Steps*:
Step 1: A Brief Flash of Reality
In this step I become aware of a reality (usually a deadline of some sort) that begins to haunt my dreams & induces a holy terror the likes of which (I believe) only those who have come face-to-face with a serial killer are ever to experience. This leads us to...
Step 2: Panic (Like the Greek god of the wild, but much more distressing than a goat)
This is when all hell breaks loose. There is much weeping & nashing of teeth, & I really start to look for a way out of the situation (my favorite option is to run away & never look back). This panic leaves me intensely scatter brained & I tend to cling to anything that does not involve the dreaded task looming in the distance**.
Step 3: Latching On
I tend to become obsessed with things rather quickly (not like in a scary stalker sort of way... but still slightly strange). I believe this tendency is my way of exploring new possiblities. I try to become the expert at something, become ingrossed in twitter, buy a rather expensive camcorder & make a YouTube channel in the hopes that I can become a celebrity. This is how this blog came to be... this is how much The Pyschle effects my life.
Step 4: Random Bouts of Creativity
In my desperation to flee from fate, I become intensely motivated to do anything, but the work I should be doing to ease my path through Satan's dominion. My mind goes haywire & starts thinking in every direction conceivable, this means I have a lot of creative ideas all at once***. This is frustrating, as in the back of what is left of my rational mind I know that I should be doing something productive (thus, "I want to write a book" instead of "I should study for my midterms").
Step 5: My Eventual Travel Away From That One River in Egypt
I slowly realize that I must face facts & get on with what I have to do in order to survive my almost impending doom (this usually happens within a day or two of the cursed event).
Step 6: Taking on the Challenge
I face whatever terrifying thing I've been whimpering in the corner about for (probably) 1-2 weeks with relative calm.
Step 7: Fast Fleeting Peace
I become at peace with the world & end up doing absolutely none of the things I wanted to do while I was stressed. Mostly I vegg-out & watch musicals (which reminds me: I really want to watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers)...
As you can see at this point, I am on Stage 4 in my psychotic journey. I've been flip flopping between Stage 4 & 5 all day... & now I need to go study for my english test. I am not going to go make an outline for a book that I will (likely) never write.
*Or rings of hell... whichever you prefer.
**Which in my mind's eye, typically, takes the form of the grim reaper.
***Sadly, my imagination concerning my own projects lies dormant when I'm not in extreme anxiety.
What is the Pyschle, you may ask?
The Pyschle can take many forms, but in all cases has 7 distinct Steps*:
Step 1: A Brief Flash of Reality
In this step I become aware of a reality (usually a deadline of some sort) that begins to haunt my dreams & induces a holy terror the likes of which (I believe) only those who have come face-to-face with a serial killer are ever to experience. This leads us to...
Step 2: Panic (Like the Greek god of the wild, but much more distressing than a goat)
This is when all hell breaks loose. There is much weeping & nashing of teeth, & I really start to look for a way out of the situation (my favorite option is to run away & never look back). This panic leaves me intensely scatter brained & I tend to cling to anything that does not involve the dreaded task looming in the distance**.
Step 3: Latching On
I tend to become obsessed with things rather quickly (not like in a scary stalker sort of way... but still slightly strange). I believe this tendency is my way of exploring new possiblities. I try to become the expert at something, become ingrossed in twitter, buy a rather expensive camcorder & make a YouTube channel in the hopes that I can become a celebrity. This is how this blog came to be... this is how much The Pyschle effects my life.
Step 4: Random Bouts of Creativity
In my desperation to flee from fate, I become intensely motivated to do anything, but the work I should be doing to ease my path through Satan's dominion. My mind goes haywire & starts thinking in every direction conceivable, this means I have a lot of creative ideas all at once***. This is frustrating, as in the back of what is left of my rational mind I know that I should be doing something productive (thus, "I want to write a book" instead of "I should study for my midterms").
Step 5: My Eventual Travel Away From That One River in Egypt
I slowly realize that I must face facts & get on with what I have to do in order to survive my almost impending doom (this usually happens within a day or two of the cursed event).
Step 6: Taking on the Challenge
I face whatever terrifying thing I've been whimpering in the corner about for (probably) 1-2 weeks with relative calm.
Step 7: Fast Fleeting Peace
I become at peace with the world & end up doing absolutely none of the things I wanted to do while I was stressed. Mostly I vegg-out & watch musicals (which reminds me: I really want to watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers)...
As you can see at this point, I am on Stage 4 in my psychotic journey. I've been flip flopping between Stage 4 & 5 all day... & now I need to go study for my english test. I am not going to go make an outline for a book that I will (likely) never write.
*Or rings of hell... whichever you prefer.
**Which in my mind's eye, typically, takes the form of the grim reaper.
***Sadly, my imagination concerning my own projects lies dormant when I'm not in extreme anxiety.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Won't Somebody Let Me Out?!
Lately, I feel as if I have been captured against my will. This is what focusing solely on my studies has done to me... I'm suffocating. I'm not funny anymore. I have become even more boring than I thought myself previously. I have tons of creative thoughts that I feel guilty for thinking, because I should be studying! THIS IS DRIVING ME MAD!! I have had ideas for vlogs & blogs swimming around in my head, but I can't do anything with them, because the Study Sloth* on my back will not leave me alone!
So, now I'm whining, procrastinating, & I have a giant pit in my stomach that seems to want me dead with worry. I could simply go back to my habit of not caring, freaking out, & watching my grades sink back to Bs instead of all the pretty A+s I've been enjoying** , but I like where my grades are right now. I could give up on school & live like a bum on the street (not a happy alternative). OR I could just live with the fact that this is my life now. I detest these options! If only I could have a real break from school instead of working during all of my holidays. Why couldn't I be born a genius or independently wealthy? Life would be so much easier.
The Sloth is angry... I have to study for the 4 tests I have next week or I'm going to flunk out of college & be forced to realize a career as that slightly scary person who sits in the subway station*** with a sign & a cup for change donation. At least my sign would be grammatically correct****...
I hope your week isn't going to be as beastly as mine.
*It's a sloth because sloths are ugly & slow much like a student (me) trying to study effectively.
**This is a sarcastic statement. Enjoy being tortured by the idea that I still have more work to do after I get that one awesome grade. Hardly.
***This plan would require me to move to a place with subways, as I live in the middle of Texas (where everyone (& I mean everyone!) drives). We have no equivalent to this "profession" that I know of.
****She said directly after an atrocious run-on sentence.
So, now I'm whining, procrastinating, & I have a giant pit in my stomach that seems to want me dead with worry. I could simply go back to my habit of not caring, freaking out, & watching my grades sink back to Bs instead of all the pretty A+s I've been enjoying** , but I like where my grades are right now. I could give up on school & live like a bum on the street (not a happy alternative). OR I could just live with the fact that this is my life now. I detest these options! If only I could have a real break from school instead of working during all of my holidays. Why couldn't I be born a genius or independently wealthy? Life would be so much easier.
The Sloth is angry... I have to study for the 4 tests I have next week or I'm going to flunk out of college & be forced to realize a career as that slightly scary person who sits in the subway station*** with a sign & a cup for change donation. At least my sign would be grammatically correct****...
I hope your week isn't going to be as beastly as mine.
*It's a sloth because sloths are ugly & slow much like a student (me) trying to study effectively.
**This is a sarcastic statement. Enjoy being tortured by the idea that I still have more work to do after I get that one awesome grade. Hardly.
***This plan would require me to move to a place with subways, as I live in the middle of Texas (where everyone (& I mean everyone!) drives). We have no equivalent to this "profession" that I know of.
****She said directly after an atrocious run-on sentence.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Possibly One of the Best Musicals of ALL TIME!!!!
Yes, that's right. I'm watching 1776. The shear awesomeness of the jeers and rude comments alone make this movie absolutely glorious, but then there's the music... It's hilarious!
Oh... & Fernier.
&then there's the last scene where they recreate that painting:
I love it!
Instead of working on the mountain of classwork I have to I've been watching this movie & I thought I'd share.
Will post things pertaining to actual life later... maybe... :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
SNOW!!!!!! (in Texas)
For the last couple of weeks the weather has been uncharacteristically un-Texas-like. My college campus was frozen solid for a week.
Here are some pictures:
Unfortunately this next picture is what my face looked like after coming back inside...
Yep. My skin is so delicate, I got a rash from staying outside for an hour. On the plus side, I didn't have classes for a week.
In other news: Mansfield has finally acquired a half-price books store. My father is willingly going to take me to it. I'm excited! :)
I'll post about what books I bought, soon... I guess. *awkward ostrich*
Here are some pictures:
Unfortunately this next picture is what my face looked like after coming back inside...
Yep. My skin is so delicate, I got a rash from staying outside for an hour. On the plus side, I didn't have classes for a week.
In other news: Mansfield has finally acquired a half-price books store. My father is willingly going to take me to it. I'm excited! :)
I'll post about what books I bought, soon... I guess. *awkward ostrich*
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Oh, Good God!!
I need to read my posts more closely before I publish them... I almost want to go back and fix my mistakes.
I must not let my OCD overrule my will to write my paper.
I must not let my OCD overrule my will to write my paper.
My Absence is Inexcusable
I've been away for a terribly long time... I am sorry, blog (and blog readers).
Lately, all I have been is stressed, and this does not a good blog make, as everything I say/ write when I'm stressed is about how stressed I currently am. In light of the knowledge of my complaining nature I've avoided dragging out my pain (and yours, dear reader).
All this to say, I have not fallen of the face of the earth. I have not forgotten that I own a blog. I have not abandoned a project I have barely begun. I simply have no time to pursue another writing endeavor at this time. I will try to make time in the future to write at least once a week (I'm not sure about what, but hopefully it will be somewhat interesting).
And now, back to paper writing... *face-palm*
Lately, all I have been is stressed, and this does not a good blog make, as everything I say/ write when I'm stressed is about how stressed I currently am. In light of the knowledge of my complaining nature I've avoided dragging out my pain (and yours, dear reader).
All this to say, I have not fallen of the face of the earth. I have not forgotten that I own a blog. I have not abandoned a project I have barely begun. I simply have no time to pursue another writing endeavor at this time. I will try to make time in the future to write at least once a week (I'm not sure about what, but hopefully it will be somewhat interesting).
And now, back to paper writing... *face-palm*
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