Zombie Attack Survival

(Question on Plinky: What will you do when the zombies come?)

The most obvious thing to do is stock up on weapons, perhaps invest in a flamethrower. We should also brush up on the zombie movies, and point out central weaknesses. Find high ground and make sure that all exits are securely bolted. Get animals or bugs that eat dead, rotting flesh.

If all else fails we pretend to join their ranks until we reach an unaffected area.

Mutant Babies and Such

It's midterms week for me. Not to say that all my classes are giving midterms, just the ones I don't want to do badly in.

Now I am not by any means a calm person. Just take a look at the cuticles on my right thumb and my habit of slowly ripping them off. Although I am trying to stop, it just leads to another anxiety reducing habit. It could be chewing my nails (something I haven't done for a while) or destroying the caps of my pens. I have an oral fixation (no this does not mean I like giving head, or that I can do it particularly well); biting on things reduces my anxiety.

I live with small anxieties everyday, usually not very stressful for me. But this week kicked my ass. I just can't handle large amounts of stress. Between my taking the CPE (I need to pass it to graduate) and two tests in one day (one of which was a midterm), it was almost too much for me to handle. The added stress has also probably caused my period to be late. Add the stress from that aspect in my life, and the stress is too much for me to handle.

Now, I relatively sure that I'm not pregnant. Of course I'm not a hundred percent sure, which is why I might end up taking a pregnancy test tomorrow. I'm still getting all the 'signs' from my body that I'm getting my period, and the odds of getting pregnant without penetration are pretty slim. This isn't the first time I was late because of stress, but this time there is a higher risk of pregnancy. The dreams of babies clawing their way out of my uterus and trying to eat me aren't helping the stress either.

My brain can't take the added stress of being late and neither can my body, if the slight cold and sinus headache I have are anything to go by. As soon as I finally get a new doctor (have to stop seeing a pediatrician now, I'm too old) I'm getting birth control pills.

That Annoying Buzzing in Your Ear

This is something that I've been meaning to write about for a while: People who just won't shut up in the middle of a lecture hall when the teacher is speaking.

It's annoying as hell, and it's becoming a very annoying problem, especially in my Sociology 101 class. It's bad enough that I'm concentrating on the lecture so I won't fail the midterm, but when there are two people in front of me debating the merits of PSP games I want to club them over the head with my messenger bag.

It's annoying, and more importantly it's distracting. College is expensive, and I don't need these people fucking up my GPA.

Snow Day

I live in New York City and yesterday in New York City there was a huge snowstorm. In fact it was about the biggest snowstorm that I have seen in years.

It usually snows here on a regular basis, but last night we got about a foot of snow, which is slightly unusual. It snowed so much that they canceled school. Which is a pretty big deal, because the last time I remember being able to miss school because of the weather was in the late 90s, when I was still in elementary school.

Unfortunately, I will not be able to enjoy my snow day. I have a paper to write about homosexuality and transsexuals in Islam. Not my favorite class (okay, I rather dislike it), but I can deal. But while writing this paper, I'm getting the sense that it's somehow too easy, because I know exactly what I want to write about. And it makes sense! What is this witchcraft? I never know what I want to write and usually end up turning in a substandard paper that get me a much higher grade than I expected. In fact I only have about 130 words written down, because I keep thinking "It shouldn't be this easy."

I do not understand you brain.

That Asshole Neighbor

I have a neighbor downstairs who claims that me and my family make such excessive noise that it stops him from sleeping at night.

For the last couple of weeks he has been pounding on his ceiling, calling the building management and on certain occasions (such as today) called the police on us.

We continue to be baffled as to what sort of noise we could be making that keeps him up at night. After much speculation, I've decided it must be the the heavy footsteps of both my brothers. This little asshole is making noise complaints over people walking (not running or pacing) in their own apartment. At eight in the evening. He has also complained of the noise that we make when we get up in the morning.

He's really starting to piss me off. I can give him a little leeway with the morning noise, as most of my family is up by 6 in the morning to go to school and work. They can make a little noise as they get ready. It lasts maybe 45 minutes at most. But when he starts pounding on his ceiling at 7:30 in the morning because I am taking a shower, it's gone too far. I don't care if you're hungover from the night before and the noise is bothering you. IT'S TOO FUCKING BAD. Deal with it or move.

I should have been on his case the first time he knocked on my door (knocking once and attempting to run away like the passive aggressive little bitch he is). He gave me some melodramatic spiel on how he has work and school like he's the only person on the planet who's in that situation. Guess what! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO WORKS AND GOES TO SCHOOL! You are not a special little snowflake, no matter what your mommy tells you.

It's not even the fact that he makes these complaints that pisses me off. It's the fact that he comes in drunk and sobbing at 3 in the morning in his apartment (he is so loud that my mother can hear him), plays live music at 11 pm on a weekday, and that his stupid complaints are making my mother contemplate moving. I will not be bullied into moving.

So in summary: My neighbor's an asshole and I am pissed the fuck off.