Monday, October 23, 2006
Diary of a Zombie Insomniac, Part V
ON ZOMBIFICATIONThen: The black magic of voodoo sorcerers allegedly consists of various poisons (perhaps that of the puffer fish) which immobilize a person for days, as well as hallucinogens administered upon revival. The result is a brain damaged creature used by the sorcerers as slaves, viz., the zombies. (Taken from skepdic.com)
Now: In lieu of pufferfish lips (which pose a threat to the zombie-to-be, in addition to being more scarce than before), sorcerers depend on two less potent yet still efficient poisons, namely sugar and caffeine. These can be taken in any order as long as they are in excessive quantities, which are greatly dependent on the zombie-to-be's resistance to these substances.
Tonight, I am a zombie again.
Had coffee a few hours after dinner, because I knew I had to stay zombified long enough to finish this Goddamn Coma paper. Caffeine is usually one of my weaknesses, but tonight's can (I like my caffeine iced at night, warm coffee a) burns my tongue, the raw and stinging sensation making the zombification more difficult, and b) makes me sleepy, risking the chance of ruining the entire process) just didnt make the cut; I was still human.
So if caffeine doesn't work, try the next poison: sugar. Or better yet, try a combination of both, which is what I did, passing by the store to pick up some Coke, a pack of chips and those little coffee-flavored candies on the way home, which I then proceeded to devour the way starved jackals feast on a rotting zebra.
And yes, they did the trick. I'm back to the semi-conscious state I stalk the twilight with. I'm back in the world of the night, one with the insomniacs, lunatics and my fellow zombies. I am a zombie again.
Now to finish this paper...
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Self-Discourse + Rants I Just Have to Get Out of My System
"She doesn't want to talk to me.""Well, what is it about you that makes her not want to talk to you?"
"I intimidate her."
"Come again?"
"I intimidate her. Talking to me scares her."
"I see."
"Now tell me, how am I supposed to make this thing fucking work out if she can't even fucking talk to me!?"
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This relationship thing is a drag.
I want a copy of Sino Sikat?'s album once it comes out.
I want to fix the Dragon Heart Dojo L5R deck.
Pen and Chaba and I have been so emo over the past few days.
Nostalgia, thy name is Michael.
Pen got me thinking: Are blogs simply online diaries that you don't really mind other people reading, or are they more of a reader-ish thing?
My (bootleg) Forehead Protector is my new favorite object.
Comm Arts people are abusing Unlimitxt.
I love poetry. It's a shame she doesn't.
I want to be able to read even faster.
I don't know how to end this post.
So maybe I'll just end it like THIS.
