SOOO-EEEY!

Its official. We are all going to die.
It's over. Its over. Its the end.
The apocolypes is here.
Z-day is en rout
we have met
the end.


SWINEFLU



The virus strain is mutating into something more dangerous.

Zombie aporkalypse, here we come.

I refuse to wear pants

I refuse to wear pants today.
The end.

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

Awesome luck yesterday. I think not.
Within the first 30 minutes of class I managed to hit the floor. Campus safety took me to the hospital, which was, as usual, a miserable experience.
The doctors, after forgetting about me again, told me that I had passed out for absolutely no reason what so ever. Then sent me back to school after being in a hospital bed for 3+ hours. Quite a large amount of SUCK that was. So much for making carrot cake.
I don't even know what happened. I remember mumbling that I didn't feel too good, getting tunnel vision, then having some really weird dream that I think actually was about carrots. Next thing I know, I wake up and there are people standing around me, the school nurse was already there. First thing she says: "You're really pale."
First thing I say: "Can I have that bucket?" then "Mom's gonna say I have swine flu..."
But lets rewind real quick.
"You're really pale."


...

...naaaaaaaaaah.


"Your heart rate is very low..."



...really?


Random people from the class: "Your eyes stayed open when you went down..."


Maybe I'm a fish.


Anyway.
Took me to the doctor, they covered me in wires and stickers, kept asking me if I wanted a blanket (because there was no POSSIBLE way I could have passed out from heat?) and 2 hours later asked if I was dehydrated and needed to be hooked up to fluids.
Awesome. Way to go St. Francis.

So then I went back to school and ate some chicken tenders.

On the walk back from my dorm there was this HUGE hawk eating baby birds out of a nest. I wish I had a better camera to take a picture with, but all I had was my phone. Oh well.

Not bad for a camera phone.

But I swear, that bird was STARING ME DOWN.
I was going to be his next snack.

So This Is What Kids Do For Fun These Days...

While reading the news today, an article showed up that really suggests that scientists have too much spare time and they are getting awfully bored with their jobs.
Apparently some scientists in Korea have created a glow in the dark puppy. A virus that implants these glowing anemone cells was used in infect the fibroblast cells of a dog. They then transplanted the nucleus of the fibroblast cells into the nucleus of dogs cells. That was then put into a surrogate mother.
The scientists have claimed that creating this animal will help them research and discover different diseases that infect the human body.


Because humans and glowing dogs are so similar.


This is what happens when intelligent people have too much money and too much spare time.
What will they say next? "Oh, well, if we can get it to glow in the dark, what else can we do?"
Soon we'll have puppies with lobster claws and the ability to shoot webs. Because that will help us learn about the human body, most certainly.

Oh, glowing puppy

in the night-time you will thrive

guide me to the loo?

Yeah, Jigsaw

So I just played a game:
'flashlight or taser'
lucky for me, i won this round.

OH NO! GOD DAMMIT!

I CAN'T USE TONGUE-TATTOO FRUIT ROLL-UPS
BECAUSE OF MY TONGUE RING!
What am I going to do?!
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!
Anyone have a spare tongue?

My Words Like Silent Raindrops Fell

Music can really do the silliest of things. It is said that smell is the strongest memory trigger, but I would have to say that music is. Yes, smell does trigger memories, but music triggers emotions that are attached to the memories.
I know that every time I smell fruit punch and popcorn I think of the movie theater that I worked at, but every time I hear "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" I think of the people at the movie theater and when this kid there was singing it. I don't know, perhaps it works in two totally different ways.
But, I know that I can no problem smell certain soaps, horse barns, or shampoos without a problem, but I can't listen to My Chemical Romance without gagging, even though they were a favorite band of mine.
I can also smell lunch meat, but can't listen to Less Than Jake.
Its really unusual how things work, I guess. Maybe I don't quite understand it yet. I just think that music holds far more memories and emotions than smells do. But then again, it must work in a different way.
I am rambling and not thinking clearly at the moment. Lets pretend I didn't write any of that.

I have marzipan roses to make! Boooo.
After being out of class for two days I do have bit of catching up to do.

I wonder what ever happened to Brittany Spencer?