HvZ: Day Three

I am SO totally still human.

Shhh...don't tell the zombies that, though. Apparently the horde (which is now 44+) made a hit list, and I'm on it. They already got our MVH's, Lincoln, Lee, and Josh. Lee was assaulted by 20 zombies, Josh was an idiot with no aim and got taken down by only one. Erin got Lincoln.

Using the powers of Facebook statuses, I have convinced some that I am a zombie my using "BRRRAAAAINNNSS" as my status. This is all a clever social experiment.

If you're a zombie and reading this now, after-the-fact, when I have linked it on FB, keep in mind that I never directly said I was a zombie, nor did I say respond to any questions relating to my zombie status (such as "Who got you?").

I am just like the fox--sneaky, clever, and a total bitch.
I may be holed up in my room, but I have good reason. School and prior engagements come before taking down the horde.
We may have failed the mission, but we're still alive and human. SUCKAS!

I hope some of you starve before tomorrow.

Not even when four zombies surround me can they tag me. I thought the fat girl was the easiest to get. I quote Allison from the Breakfast Club when I say, "HA!" at the top of my lungs.
But then again, they did miss Jeff by not paying attention to him as he left the building.

ZOMBIE STUN TOTAL: 10

HvZ: Day Two

I am still human! This is a day of rejoice, because it means that I have just about reached my goal of staying human until Wednesday. Most excellent.

However, the registered zombie count has risen to 34. There's only 44 humans left. We're just about equal. Most likely, by Thursday, the humans will be totally outnumbered. And totally screwed. Man, I really wish I had the cash for a machine gun Nerf. Oh well.

Two of my residents playing the game were turned during a 'save the scientist' mission tonight. Carrissa and Elise, you leave me and Terah alone. :( I might have to start sneaking out of my window...

Zombie stun total: still 3

HvZ: Day One

It is nearing the end of Day 1 and I am still human. However, a reported 15 and an estimated 36 have been turned to zombies.

The humans are already so close to being outnumbered. We need to band together. There has been a meeting proposed for 6 PM tomorrow night in order to organize and regroup. The unfortunate thing about this is that the person who suggested it did so on Facebook, which we all know is public domain. It doesn't help that half of his go-to team is now zombie-fied. This is a mega-facepalm moment.

The goal is to stay alive until at least Wednesday.
I have a sick fascination with the idea of turning zombie and going after my friends, using my evil intellect. I'm just terrible. Oh well.

Zombie stun count: 3.
Stay safer. Stay human.

HvZ: Night of the outbreak

Here is the letter I received this afternoon:

For four years, between 1959 and 1962, 1,448+ barrels containing benzene, PCBs, lead, cadmium, barium, hexavolent chromium and most likely radioactive materials were rolled off barges into Lake Superior by the United States Army. The wastes came from the Twin Cities Army Ammunition Plant (TCAAP), Minnesota’s largest Superfund site, which at the time was run by Honeywell, Corp. The contents of all the barrels has never been fully made known since only nine barrels have ever been brought up and tested.

Last week, another barrel was brought up....

A fishing boat out near Superior pulled up an unusual catch yesterday. They found in one of their nets a fifty year old barrel. The barrel was pulled aboard but cracked open on the deck due to it's weakened state. The deckhand, an unidentified student from Northland College, cleaned up the ooze from the barrel. Upon returning to shore the deckhand went into a rage and ran off into the night.

WARNING---INFECTION BEGINS AT SUNDOWN.

THIS IS A WARNING FOR ALL NORTHLAND RESIDENTS. STUDENTS AMONG YOU MAY BE INFECTED WITH THE H1Z1 VIRUS. SYMPTOMS INCLUDE:

RISING FROM THE DEAD

SEVERE HUNGER FOR BRAINS

INTENSE REACTION TO NERF DARTS AND BALLED-UP SOCKS

THE ASHLAND AREA HAS BEEN QUARANTINED UNTIL THE END OF THE WEEK. ALL HUMANS THAT SURVIVE THE WEEK MAY BE EVACUATED.

GOOD LUCK.

Since 8:00 PM, I have been cooped up in my apartment, drinking Stewart's fountain classics and enjoying the internet. However, I have also been preparing myself. Ammunition is hidden everywhere: I have socks in my coat pockets and my backpack; I figured out how to remove the screen from my bathroom window; I have two foam-shooting guns at my disposal and plentiful ammunition for them. All I don't know is who my friends are.

I feel like a rogue.

I don't know who this poor infected college student is, but I will not hesitate to take any and all of my former friends and classmates down.

I have enough food to last me the week.

If I turn before Tuesday hits, I am going to be so pissed!

9 days...
What happens in 9 days?

The Zombie Apocalypse.

It's going to hit our campus. One student may infect many, turning friends into enemies, lovers in killers.
And all shall parish by the dreaded two-hand tag.
Humans will fight zombies off with Nerf and socks.
We might survive.
I might already be infected.
The next few days will consist of me blogging and vlogging about my survival, even after I turn.

October 26th. Z Day.

Self-Exotification

I seem to get a lot of neat ideas of stuff to write about at geology club meetings.
We talk about rocks, and other geological stuff. There's field trips. Apparently, the geology dept. has tons of money to waste on the club. *ka-ching!*


So I was zoning out, sitting on one of the tables in the classroom, when I heard a girl talking about some kind of bug in Panama. I happen to know that this person has not lived in Panama since she was like, 3, which was at least 17 years ago. I then thought of a friend who loved to talk about how he used to live in New Zealand. And then I was even reminded of myself, who loves to talk about her 8 days in Japan whenever she can (and tries to make it seem like I'm an expert).


So. What am I trying to get at?
The meaning behind the term "self-exotification." That's what.

What is it? Self-exotification is the act of trying to make oneself seem cool by bragging or constantly mentioning various adventures and random things about a foreign country in which one lived/vacationed to.

Why do people do it?
To make themselves seem cool. No one's cooler than someone who's been out of the country--especially someone that's been to another continent. It also makes him/her feel like he/she has accomplished something in life--you just haven't lived until you've been to Rome/Greece/England/Russia/Japan/Brazil.

I'm all gung-ho for adventure, but I've come to realize that constantly mentioning something as short as 8 days in Japan gets really old, really fast, and takes away from the lovliness of the past adventure. It's like watching your favorite movie--too many times and you get sick of it. Our travel stories should be like the experience--once-in-a-lifetime. Sure, there may be funny stories to tell of translation books gone wrong or missing passports, but those must also be kept minimal. They're the types that you tell to huge groups at parties when the music starts to lull.
So let's all agree not to brag too much, because it makes other people think you're a show off. ;-D
Aaaannd, it totally ruins the adventure.

Of dinnosaurs & shark attacks

Today I learned something awesome.
And no, it wasn't in film class or physics.
Today, I learned that typing (^^^) into Facebook chat makes a shark! Life is once again exciting and worthwhile. :D

I don't know exactly why this made me so happy. A possible source is mylifeisaverage.com. Yes. We'll blame them for my supreme amusement. And, ultimately, Jez.

Otherwise, I'm not so happy right now. I'm on my 'moon' and I also have some sort of cold/headcold/sinus infection. I feel like someone pumped my head full of shaving cream, and that shaving cream is starting to harden. Ugh. My nose is getting raw from so much nose-blowing! Soft medicated tissues, my butt!

I cleaned my room. What they say about feng shui must be correct, because my thoughts feel clearer, even though my head doesn't. Haha.

I'm seeing Zombieland tomorrow night with some friends. It's a group date-that's-not-a-date. That's how I'm reffering to it. Haunted ship tour Saturday afternoon and then the lengerie party later that night. I'm excited because someone told me he was going... :3 This shall be fun!