Dec 07, 2005 00:37
Best song title ever: "They Are Night Zombies! They Are Neighbors! They Have Come Back from the Dead! Ahhhh!!!"
I rather feel like I'm trapped in the song, though, only instead of night zombies, I'm being chased and by two big papers, a photo critique, and two finals.
I've been trying to kill one of those papers since Saturday, and the bastard won't go down without a fight.
In other words, as my subject line says,
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Man, why can't I be a Viking?
If I were a viking, I'd still be freaking out, but I'd have a helmet with horns on it, so if need be, I could gore my computer to death using my horns and then make up an excuse to ask for an extension- something like, "Sorry, when I went home last weekend, I had a rather unfortunate run-in with a herd of oxen..."
I'm a zombie. Wish I were a viking.
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