I'm not sure if I've watched Star Wars too much lately, or if I've been slapped around too much lately, but what I *do* know is that I've felt dizzy since Saturday evening (it is now Wednesday). I went to urgent care yesterday and they told me that I'm fine. I don't think that I'm fine. I feel like such a damsel right now.
I'm really happy right now, except for the whole "I'm sick and feel yucky" thing. I keep having dreams about the zombie apocalypse. It always brings on such other thoughts such as:
Which of the people I know would die?
Where would I go in case of such an emergency?
Do I personally know how to obtain enough weaponry or how to use such?
How would I be useful in a post-technology world?
The first question can be answered by two factors. The first one consists of: who do I know who possesses qualities that I perceive to be hero-like? I can think of a couple of people. Having those traits, however, will not guarantee that someone will survive the ZA. The second part of this is: who is either incredibly lucky? I feel like if you're not a hero, you should get some good luck charms now, so that when it happens, you don't have to be the hero. ...because we know that if you're a hero, you'll be tested and if you're just lucky, you'll always find a place to hide.
In case of an emergency, well...I'm not really sure. I haven't quite figured this one out. I would want to go somewhere incredibly rural, but I feel like when I make it there, the dumb hillbillies who reside there will a) just be getting the disease and b) be dumb hillbillies and not know how to properly respond. This is where "luck" comes into play for them. ...though idiocy may be a part of that luck. I *do* know that hillbillies will kill the fuck out of zombies once they know that they're zombies. ...not that I expect them to know how to spell the word. But their ammo should be sufficient.
I believe that I would obtain enough weaponry if I can map out a few gun/ammo shops on my way to rural areas...or if I can loot some in the city before I go to the hillbilly places. (PS, I'm definitely open to the "places" portion, as long as it can be justified by some logic). I feel like more people than I know have guns, and I even happen to know a few people who pack heat. I just need enough to be safe until I can get my own stash. Then I can be like
Tanya from Command and Conquer. And no, I will not hold back. I will kill zombies. This is not like murder, because they're already dead. For anyone who has any sort of thoughts towards them other than "you gon' die," then you are neither a hero nor lucky. You will die of shock while being consumed by a zombie. Then I will kill you again, mother fucker.
I would be all sorts of useful in post-technology world. I'm a domestic freak. I can wash dishes, actually I'm confident that I could make dishes. I'm also confident that if I had some livestock, I could spin thread and make clothing as well. No big. I know how to cook and clean and...well, this isn't an application for eHarmony, so I'll stop trying to sell myself.
I'm not sure why I've been thinking about this so much, or why my brain seems to keep having such thoughts about zombies. Maybe there really IS something wrong with me. Wouldn't it be a bitch to be the person who starts the ZA? The one person who becomes "the one" who infects that person and starts everything? I doubt I would ever have to worry about the ZA, but in case I do, I know that I have at least thought a little bit about this.
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The fire-breathing wasn't like this, but I liked
this picture a lot. |
I don't even know what else to talk about on here. I had a good New Year's Eve. I've had like one drink since Friday night...I got to see my roommate's parents get married on New Year's Day...which was nice. I want so badly to draw or paint right now...but I have no energy. I also really want to shower, but that might not happen either. Wish me luck, reader. OH! There's a new bartender across the street and his name is...Curtis. He is like half Irish or something? I realize that this shouldn't be confusing but it's not as relevant as this next part. We (a bunch of people, don't ask me who. if you weren't there, then you don't know everyone anyway) went out on...Thursday night to the bar and met this new bartender, with his un-American accent. He gave us a fire show at the bar. ...by using some 151. He lit his hand on fire (after it was covered in the 151) and blew fire out of his mouth to create a fire-breathing effect. I believe that the most basic of instincts in us all was fascinated. Fuck. It was amazing. We were all very excited. If you aren't excited about that, then you're probably a dick, ergo not a hero, which means you better be feeling lucky when the ZA comes. ...because you gon' die, mother fucker.
Oh, a small final note. I *finally* received my cigarette holders, so now I feel all sorts of classy when I smoke. The one that I use the most says "Zeus" on it. How BADASS is that? Anyway. I need to get back to resting now, and going on webmd so it can tell me all of the absurd things that I *may* have. Probably something wrong with my liver and I'm going to die or whatever. Thanks, Urgent care. You're all dicks.
