Yet another hate post.

It was her birthday last saturday.

I treated her for breakfast.

Then she told me she was going to treat me to a movie.

Underworld Evolution.

All she did was buy me a bag of Tortillos.

Okay....

So now it's payback time. And you ain't taking no raincheck, my dear sister.

Exposed:

• Who is a closet Backstreet boys fan? Who has a collection of their albums?
• Who bought the Ant and Dec tape as her first record?
• Who won't admit that she is still crazy about Hanson?
• Who has a really gross little toe?
• Who has a crush on Ben, that guy from that tv show?
• Who has posters of Boybands all over her walls?
• Who is afraid of chickens?And all types of fowl for that matter?
• Who is now Twenty years old?
• Who is still obsessing over the Mighty Ducks Movie?

And her friends think she's cool. All she is is a dork in cool man's clothing.

A dork, I tell you! A dork!!!

Why are dreams so sadistic and strange?

Honestly.

I had this really strange one a few nights ago.

You see, that night i saw 28 days later on Star net. I watched it primarily because of Cillian Murphy. Then The zombies gripped me like crazy. I hate zombie-movies. I thought there were zombies in the house, like the time I watched Jurassic Park and thought Velociraptors were in the kitchen. I get scared so easily. I am a self-proclaimed chickencrap.

So I went to sleep. Then the dream started. More like a nightmare, actually.

Zombies were all over the place. Everyone was running from them. But there was an improvement in human intelligence in my dream: this time we knew what was turning humans to zombies. It was a virus being carried by cockroaches.

Zombie cockroaches.

Then, we found out the solution. We had to (in the words of Bush) "Smoke 'em!"

literally smoke them.

So we, the survivors, started flying planes and spreading poisoined smoke to the cockroaches.

Then for some reason, the cockroaches started to chase after my plane.

It may sound ridiculous, but if you think a flying cockroach is damn scary, imagine a whole swarm of them buzzing towards you.

Super gross.

I woke up before they caught me. thank God.

I suppose roaches are so significant in my subconscious that even in my nightmares they make guest appearances.

Then I thought, why am I so annoyed with this creature who has won its fight with evolution?

a simple thought

I've been really particular about writing. Except of course in this journal since I don't really check my sentences for typo's. This is free academic writing, after all.

but I just can't get this off my mind.

What exactly is the plural form of doofus?

Doofuses like in crucifixes or Doofi like in fungi?

Hmm, yet another thought about which to ponder.