Lady Adventure

What's better than Shakespeare? ZOMBIE Shakespeare!

My SHAKSPEARE rise ! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room :
Thou art a monument without a tomb,
And art alive still while thy book doth live
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
-- From To the Memory of My Beloved Master William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us, by Ben Jonson

For the BRAINS!! they raineth every day.

(And what, do Chaucer and Spenser smell? Geez, Jonson.)

( The War of IV Henries: Henry IV, Part 1, A Summary )

And the plot thickens!

I would totally go see this movie. AND the J-horror Wuthering Heights.

Ok, so this is kind of awesome:

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.

Weapon can be real or fictional, you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.

1. Flamethrower. BURN BURN AHAHAHAHAHA-- sorry.
2. "Enter the Sandman" It's hardcore, yo!
3. DIBS ON ASH.

Well, it is 3:15 in the morning and I am not packed. This seems to be a recurring theme in my life. However, there is something of a bonus here, as typically I would be leaving in several hours, and not tomorrow evening, so packing might actually get done in a timely fashion. Not right now, obviously. But I have clothes together and lists of stuff I'll need, if not the actual stuff, so once my laundry is done (midnight laundry loads being another Kramer family tradition) it might actually be not very hard to pack. At least until I realize I have too much stuff. Ah well.

Now, if only the internet would stop hating me and let me download SPooN. Why, internet, why? Why won't you let me be a proper internet pirate? All I need is one more episode and my collection is complete. If you don't have enough bandwidth at 3:20 AM, will you ever? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?????

The washing machine makes some truly frightening noises.

Possibly I should get some sleep. Of course, this means moving all my clothes off my bed. Sigh.

In conclusion: Troy was a hot movie, but it would have been greatly improved if Paris had died. Like, he could have fallen down the stairs or something. Or Menelaus could have risen from the dead (Agamemnon could have brought him back to life a la "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things") and snapped his neck or eaten his brains or something. Then he could bring Agamemnon back from the dead (because this movie has serious problems with people dying at the wrong time) and they could go back to/with their respective wives, and then Clymenestra could pin Agamemnon in his grave with a silver stake instead of trapping him in a fishnet. And then Orestes and Electra could have grown up to be zombie hunters. Meanwhile, they can make The Odyssey as a sequel to Troy (calling it Random Places in the Mediterranean, I guess) starring Sean Bean as Odysseus, which would be pretty much the most awesome thing ever. Aside from the Atreid zombie hunters, that is. I'm sure there's some way to work zombies into the Odyssey, too. Anyways, this is what happens when I write LJ entries in the wee hours of the morning.

Everyone should leave me their CSU/address, and I'll send you postcards and mythological Greek zombies and stuff! Hopefully, tomorrow/today I will post my address. I could do it now, but I don't feel like looking for all my info.

Clearly, I have decided that the best way to fight jet lag is to get as little sleep as possible. I'll let you know how this approach works.

I've often felt that the wee hours of the morning were excellent times to ponder deep questions, such as, Why are we here? Who am I really? What am I going to do with my life? Why does my wireless internet only work at 4:30 in the morning? Where is my roommate? Why does my hall smell like fish?

Anyways, been packing. Dad is coming at some ungodly hour to take my stuff home. I hate packing. Also, I am slow. At packing, that is.

So, I'm watching "Crouton" "Croatian" "Croatoan" after reading some whining criticism on it. After intense meditation, I think I've discovered how it was supposed to go:

( The Making of Croatoan )

Bed time. Ubi est mea amica cubiculae?

well, the past couple days have been interesting, to say the least.

bummed around on monday and tuesday. wednesday, i was productive and went to work. wednesday, i discovered the location of paoli hospital (despite directions that included things like "turn on to route 30. the hospital is on your left" from the official webpage. no joke) and kept marge company to combat DRAMA, which hopefully isn't quite as dramatic. thursday, i filed and filed and filed some more, and recieved quite a number of nasty papercuts and various other abrasions from the hanging files of DOOM, which are really quite inconvenient if they are packed very tightly in a filing cabinet. back is also quite sore from bending over. but then i hung out with natasha and her friends, who are as cool as i am, and we watched napoleon dynamite and shaun of the dead, which are both pretty awesome. when i got home, i made kirstin watch some more red dwarf because it is awesome. and then i went to bed, and had dreams about zombies, which was rather distressing. however, i have come to the conclusion that, in the face of a zombie attack, school auditoriums are the best place to seek shelter. i mean, they have no windows, multiple exits with sturdy doors, and are really quite spacious. ideally, roaming about the countryside in a car would be even better, but then there's that pesky problem with the lack of gas. if mel gibson could come, though, that would take care of that problem.

also, i have finished reading all the "series of unfortunate events" books that are out so far, and they are quite awesome. lemony snicket is my hero. and if i ever had to join a secret society, i would totally go for the one that involves being well-read and dressing up as a chest of drawers and writing amusing things. hee. also borrowed drowned wednesday from marge, which is awesome not only because it was written by garth nix (who is awesome as well) but also because the back totally says "on monday, there was mystery. on tuesday, there was darkness. on wednesday, there were pirates." huzzah.

i am going to go make kirstin a sandwhich now. she is im-ing me from across the room. dork.

Quote o' the Day:
"Well, I didn't bring very many clothes home. Mostly just books. But not fun books. Well, some fun books, like the Purgatorio."
-my sister, the queen of cool