Wow. You know you've been off LJ for a while when some of your comms haven't updated since 2007. Jesus.

Entertainment in strange places, 02/16/10:

Using 'spn' for 'supernatural' in my Sociology of Religion notes.

Six word biography. I heard about them on NPR driving home from class a couple weeks ago and the idea just stuck with me. I'm still trying to come up with six words that tell my life story. I find myself wondering what other people's are - not exactly new since I wonder about people a lot. The best one I've come up with is:

constant headache. new path, rocky and long.


It doesn't say everything - not sure anyone can be whittled down to just six words - but it says enough and hints at more. What would yours be?

... or the giant moth, depending on my level of lurky naughtiness. Whatever. Either way, still here, just very, very quiet.

HOW ZOMBIES LEARNED TO RUN

Zombie #1: BRAAAAIIINS...

Victim: AAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!

Zombie #1: BRAAAAIIINS!

Zombie #2: Mark.

Zombie #1: Shhh, I'm trying to stay focused here. BRRAAAAIINNNS!!

Zombie #2: Mark that guy is getting away from us, like, really easily.

Zombie #1: Dude I know. Who would've thought a middle-aged used car salesman could suddenly turn into frickin' Usain Bolt? Usain Bolt when he was alive, I mean. Zombie Usain Bolt is slower than me somehow.

Zombie #2: But that guy's just... he's just walking briskly.

Zombie #1: I know! It's like, where's the fire, asshole? I mean, there's fires all over the place, but you know what I mean. *Sigh* C'est la vie. We'll get the next one.

Zombie #2: Mark, I've been thinking.

Zombie #1: How? Your head's barely on.

Zombie #2: Still. I have an idea.

Zombie #1: Try me. BRRAAAAIINNNS!!!!

Zombie #2: Can you stop doing that first?

Zombie #1: ...

Zombie #2: ...Thank y-

Zombie #1: Brains.

Zombie #2: ...Thanks. OK, now this is gonna sound a little 'crazy'-

Zombie #1: You wanna go halfsies on that dead dog over there?

Zombie #2: No. I was gonna say, why don't we just... run.

Zombie #1: Say whaa?

Zombie #2: Run. Running. Our legs, moving faster than they currently are.

Zombie #1: That's ridiculous. We're zombies. We shamble. Shambling is our thing. We shamble, and then we swarm.

Zombie #2: First of all, there are two of us. But also why?

Zombie #1: Why? Why is the sky blue? Why is the marrow inside a human femur the most delicious thing on Earth? Nobody knows these things.

Zombie #2: I just think we should try it, is all.

Zombie #1: Yeah, well, I don't like where what's left of your head is at.

Zombie #2: You know where I'd like my head to be at, Mark? Buried cheek deep in the arm meat of a fat lady who's all mine because I chased her down myself. I'm sick and tired of splitting meals with our friends. There's too much jockeying for position, and everyone we hang out with smells, just, the worst.

Zombie #1: Really? I miss my nose. Anyway what you're suggesting is preposterous. Speed is our primary weakness, and always has been. It's like if sunlight suddenly started making vampires glisten instead of die.

Zombie #2: Look, I don't care anymore. I'm hungry. And I'm doin' it.

Zombie #1: Fine, but don't come moaning to me when your undead leg bones disintegrate before you've made it ten steps.

Zombie #2: Shut up. That is not going to happen. (Exhales slowly.) I can do this.

Zombie #1: Should I fire a gun into the air or something?

Zombie #2: That's stupid. We can't... can we use guns?

Zombie #1: I dunno. Never tried.

Zombie #2: ...OK we'll come back to that. Anyway, here goes.

(Zombie #2 takes off running, and stops successfully after a short distance.)

Zombie #2: Holy shit.

Zombie #1: Holy shit!

Zombie #2: I mean DID YOU SEE THAT!?

Zombie #1: I DID! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?

Zombie #2: I can't really hear you, Mark. Why don't you run over here and tell me?

Zombie #1: You know what? I fuckin' will!

(Zombie #1 starts to run, but his undead leg bones disintegrate before he makes it ten steps.)

Zombie #1: AAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!

Zombie #2: Oh my zombie god. Are you OK, buddy? Can you walk? What do you need?

Zombie #1: CAAAAAANES!!

I did it again. Walked into Race and Ethnicity this morning and, oh hey there exam! Thank fuck I knew the material. Plus there was a lot of figuring out the answer to one question based on information given in a different question. Supreme Court case versus district, 1971 not 1958, that kind of thing. Now I'm sitting in the bowels of the library typing on the last keyboard that should ever be in a library--fucker is loud. Might as well type with a jackhammer, it'd be quieter than this thing. And more accurate-- trying to squeeze in some work before Criminology. I have that then a lunch break with yet again more typing before I have to meet with my lab group. Then a nice long walk home in the snow. Joy.

Dear writers of LJ,

STFU with all the ellipses. Think of them like golf strokes: the fewer you need to get the job done, the better.

That is all.

Signed,
that Anna girl



p.s. This missive does not go out to the lovely jb_ficexchange writers I'm working with. Although if you send me something where '...' is more common than 'the' I will be forced to reconsider.

Barenaked Ladies taunt me and say, Well you're never gonna get it! Canadian bastards.

So yeah. Got up at 7am. Yesterday. Had a quiz in biology this afternoon and it was not the one I studied for--I confused Wednesday's test with today's and reviewed plants instead of the genetic workings of bacteria and viruses. I swear, I was so proud of myself for going through the plant material, then I got to class and oh fuck me.

This isn't the first time it's happened. First time with a test, but I seem to have a habit of writing things down correctly, firmly believing that I *remember* them correctly and then stubbornly refusing to check what I wrote to see if I'm indeed correct. Kinda defeats the whole point of writing it down in the first place and yet I keep doing both, writing and not checking.

I have a research paper due tomorrow on the semester-long plant experiment we did for the lab portion of biology. Technically it's due Thursday by 5:15pm, but it's a group project and we're all meeting tomorrow afternoon to put our different parts together and smooth out the rough edges. Last week we did the PowerPoint presentation so I have most of it written already. It was just so much easier to do it as a presentation because it was more informal, and she's pretty relaxed on grading them. Thank god because I know I wasn't the only one freaked out about it, public speaking being one of my big phobias. Mine and all my group members, too. I spaz mentally and start to shake. Jasmin and Candice both speed up to the point of speakinginonecontinuouswordblob, and Mads gets really, really slow--like, dirge slow.

We nailed it, though. Don't know how since we were a mess in practice, but gift horse? Mouth? Not looking.

Also, sleep deprivation? Totally has me bouncing off the walls. It's a little frightening. I started giggling uncontrollably when I was walking back to my car, all because 'Jojo's Mojo Dojo' popped into my head and was clearly the funniest thing since pie.

December 14th is almost here!

I'm looking forward to reading all the fics for jb_ficexchange. I've committed to betaing a few, but so far all of my authors are still working away. Can't say I envy them, especially with finals and the holidays hitting around the same time. Still, totally looking forward to picking apart fics in between studying Affirmative Action policies in education, and molecular genetics and cell biology. I have a feeling I'll need the mental comfort food ;)