Snagged from everyone:
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.1.
Staff weapon. And if I could throw T in there as well, that'd be great.
2.
Walk Like A Zombie by the HorrorPops. Surely it's the theme tune to any zombie invasion.
3. There's only really one choice for me, I feel. Adrian Pasdar! The awesome power of his hair can scare off the undead. Or something.
Other stuff:
-I have semi-epic fanfiction to finish. I'm thinking of splitting it into two posts. It's approximately 10,000 words and I think maybe that's a bit much to post altogether. I mean, it's not over the LJ posting limit, as far as I know, but it's a lot to read at once.
-I've finally started watching
Kyle XY. I kept missing episodes but I managed to scrape together the first three episodes. And, well... Matt Dallas is ridiculously - let me repeat,
ridiculously - cute, but his voice is painfully monotone, and the narration is fairly pointless. Eg: he walks downstairs and opens the front door, narration:
I knew it was wrong to touch things inside the house, so I went outside. No shit, sherlock. I'm not a fan of narration at the best of times, but it's supposed to add something, right? Like in
Pushing Daisies when the plot's explained, or getting a better look into Dexter's twisted mind or the Mohinder Explains It All moments. This is just annoying, but I'm staying for the pretty.
-I have an English exam tomorrow, and another on Friday. I'm not too worried about tomorrow, but Friday's is on the metaphysical poets and and
Translations by Brian Friel and I have three problems:
1) I've only read the play once, and even though it's short, I'm much more inclined on writing about Nathan Petrelli.
2) I've got York Notes for both texts and I haven't read those yet either.
3) I've never actually written an essay on the metaphysicals before.
Oooh yeah, this is going to work out great.
Edit: Wow, this is kind of weird, SG-1 fans will probably get it:
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I will marry Michael Shanks. |
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After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Abydos in our fabulous House. |
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We will have 56 kid(s) together. |
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Our family will zoom around in a Black Ford Escort. |
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I will spend my days as a Starved artist, and live happily ever after. |
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