Find Your Weapon of Choice.

The horrific state of Haiti had left me rather... melancholy for a while. In the middle of class yesterday Nichole, my super awesome Enduring Cultures teacher, slammed her hands down against her desk and announced that there was no good news in the world. Always looking for the sliver lining, (as is my current hobby) I offered up the new information that the new Star Trek will be out June 29th 2012... But no one found it uplifting.

JUNE 29TH 2012 PEOPLE! C'MON! I literally did a dance of joy outside of the bookstore...

Don't get me wrong, I'm still sad, but I have recently discovered that there may be more pressing issues at stake....

If you were to read up on the current condition of Haiti (here) You would eventually reach the end of the article where the following is stated:

"Others tried to carry dead relatives to nearby hills for impromptu burials, prompting Brazil's military — the biggest continent among U.N. peacekeepers — to warn the practice could lead to an epidemic. It said it is asking authorities to create a new cemetery. The Brazilian military said it also was worried that bodies could be left too long because many Voodoo followers in Haiti do not allow the dead to be touched before all their rituals are concluded."

I have put the most important parts in bold. I know you are all reading this and instinctively reaching for the nearest heavy blunt object because we have been officially warned.


ZOMBIES MAY SOON RISE AMONG US.

That's right kids, whether you prefer to travel alone or in small groups of loved ones, I suggest you immediately sever all emotional ties and stick to your prearranged Zombie attack plan.

Because I am not entirely insensitive I understand that this is a... closely guarded subject and that many a person would read this and shake their head quietly commenting "Too soon Jill, Too soon." BUT NOT YOU ZOMBIE ENTHUSIAST! You understand the depth of this matter and I have faith that by the time the first solemn newscaster (their hands folded to keep their fearful shaking at bay) address the viewers at home to inform them of the breaking new development in Haiti you will be long gone.

I wish you all the best of luck and offer up a sweet Zombie Playlist:

Now I'm Feeling Zombified - Alien Sex Fiend
The Living Dead - Phantom Planet
If You Shoot The Head You Kill The Ghoul - Jeffrey Lewis
Zombie - The Cranberries
In a Heartbeat - 28 Weeks Later OST
They Are the Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh!! - Sufjan Stevens
My Body's A Zombie For You - Dead Man's Bones
Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
AM 180 BY GRANDDADDY
Madworld - Gary Jules
Down With The Sickness - Disturbed
Re: Your Brains - Jonathan Coulton

See Jill Avoid Blogging.

My excuse for not blogging is and shall remain to be that school just started back up.
Go ahead, ask me again. "Jill, why have you been neglecting your blog?"

Well readers, school just started back up... and I'm experiencing homework for the first time in quite awhile. To put it simply, the entire thing is balls.

Moving right along... I have three classes on my hands (plate?) and I'm trying to juggle them about in a neat manner. Provided that I can't even juggle two tennis balls with anything that nearly resembles skill I don't know why I chose the term juggling to describe what I'm attempting to do... Three classes is much more difficult to keep up in the air than two harmless balls. ...I'm going to change the subject now. Changing it slightly at least, I have this awfully interesting nutrition class that is taught by a sixty-five (maybe?) year old Grannysaurous Rex who looks like she could kill you just by closing one eye and holding her fingers up in a pinching fashion while whispering "I'm crushing your head." The fraggle is BUFF. Apparently she is also world famous? That may be too far, but every teacher I speak to about her instantly says "She's super famous- like world famous, like she wins everything." -OH! SORRY! Grannysaurous Rex is a professional bodybuilder, and it's frightening. Frightening in a good "I respect you" kind of way.

Anyways she broke down the process of losing weight for us today and I quickly decided that I am completely lazy and would rather learn to love my fat self than eat nine tiny meals a day and work out for an hour three times a day. It's just way too much effort, add that to my attempted class juggling and well, I'll just lose weight my own way- by cutting off a leg or something.

In other news... CAITLIN IS HERE. Her presence back in the motherland calls for much caps lock but Twitter is suffering the worst of it... She leaves on the 14th and tomorrow I am headed down to Seattle to accidentally bump into her there. Oops.

Okay. I feel that I have done my blogging part for the day although I do apologize for the messy state of this entry... I must now leave you to attend to homework... My 8:30 AM class has asked me to write a biography on myself. I suggested we call it an autobiography like the rest of the intelligent world would, but my teacher occupied himself with staring at the ceiling and avoiding all things correct... So here I go... To write my own biography... A bientot!