Edited by ROSIE Rushton-Stone, Wednesday, 2 Mar 2011, 11:34
Once again.
It is as close to the zombie apocalypse as it can be without consuming the brains of those I care for. I certainly have the distinct appearance of someone who hasn't needed to eat or drink for a few months, and being naturally very pale skinned, my hollow tired eyes that have now definitely sunk further back into my head, produce a surprisingly compelling zombie effect.
I desperately want to make a student zombie film called day of the deadline. However, my incapabilities in the necessary resources for such a venture are so vast and far reaching, that it will never come to fruition. I'll write the script one day, and that's as far as my talents will take me.
I couldn't sleep last night, despite being exhausted. I was completely wired. That comes of working all day yesterday I think. The computer unquestionably has a notable impact on my brain waves, and too much time on it is not good for me, or others in my near vicinity. Especially with the added pressure of a deadline.
So tomorrow lunchtime is the deadline. I shall be working from now until then. In anticipation I have done my study shop and now have varying forms of stimulants lying in every nook and cranny of the house. The gig I go to as reward is next weekend - The Scoville Units again. But I also get rewarded Friday with cocktails, which on this occasion I am more excited about.
So... stimulants, check; rewards, check; facebook checked, check; blog written, check; run out of excuses, check. It's time for the zombie marathon. Rock on.
Looming day of the deadline
Once again.
It is as close to the zombie apocalypse as it can be without consuming the brains of those I care for. I certainly have the distinct appearance of someone who hasn't needed to eat or drink for a few months, and being naturally very pale skinned, my hollow tired eyes that have now definitely sunk further back into my head, produce a surprisingly compelling zombie effect.
I desperately want to make a student zombie film called day of the deadline. However, my incapabilities in the necessary resources for such a venture are so vast and far reaching, that it will never come to fruition. I'll write the script one day, and that's as far as my talents will take me.
I couldn't sleep last night, despite being exhausted. I was completely wired. That comes of working all day yesterday I think. The computer unquestionably has a notable impact on my brain waves, and too much time on it is not good for me, or others in my near vicinity. Especially with the added pressure of a deadline.
So tomorrow lunchtime is the deadline. I shall be working from now until then. In anticipation I have done my study shop and now have varying forms of stimulants lying in every nook and cranny of the house. The gig I go to as reward is next weekend - The Scoville Units again. But I also get rewarded Friday with cocktails, which on this occasion I am more excited about.
So... stimulants, check; rewards, check; facebook checked, check; blog written, check; run out of excuses, check. It's time for the zombie marathon. Rock on.