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Ever thought about changing the song, decided not to because you're too lazy, and been incredibly happy that you didn't?

Back to the fandom? Naaaah...

Today I realized I would only go back to Star Wars fanfic if I could spend my time writing Goran Beviin/Medrit Vasur fanfic. And then I realized Theforce.net doesn't allow slash, even if it's canon. And then I got sad for a bit but then decided I don't really want to go back to Star Wars fanfic because no one would remember me on the comms and I'd probably start an epic, promptly forget about it, and never finish. But seriously I find Goran and Medrit so much more compelling than any other couple in Star Wars at the moment because seriously, Anakin Solo is dead, Tahiri's a nutcase, and the Jaina/Jag/Kyp/Zekk quadrangle has finally died and my side lost. (I hope they are still calling Jag Captain Cardboard on the comms.)

So in short:

Back to the fandom? Nah.

For posterity: PANIC! At the Zombie Walk!

Me

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ON THE WAY HOME FROM DINNER

my friend Nate and I passed a zombie walk

but not just any zombie walk

so first we see the zombies crossing the street

then we see a bunch of them trying to get into the Filene's Basement.

then we hear someone go, "Zombie stuck on the escalator!"

10:29pmAudra

YESSSSS

10:29pmMe

then we hear, "Oh, did someone get hurt?"

then we see the security guard from the store ushering two zombies out and being like, "You all stay out here."

THEN WE HEAR SIRENS

THEN WE SEE AN AMBULANCE

THEN WE SEE A PARAMEDIC RUNNING DOWN THE STREET, "Which way is the Filene's Basement?" "That way, with the zombies!"

THEN LOTS MORE EMERGENCY VEHICLES SHOW UP

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED BUT IT SEEMED AWESOME.

This is the weirdest part of the english language-

Asking to "borrow" disposable items. Examples:

"Can I borrow some plastic cups?" "...How about I give you some, and you keep them?"

"Can I borrow a trash bag?" "Er, sure, but don't bring it back."

"Can I borrow some sugar?" "Just take it."

"Can I borrow a tampon?" "HERE. IT'S YOURS. IT'S A GIFT."

Cycling to the tune of Miley Cyrus.

Earlier today I wound up sharing the spinning room in the gym with the men's swim team. As is usual when someone starts pumping loud pop music over the speakers, I turned up my headphones. But I couldn't help but notice that they were definitely biking to the sounds of Miley Cyrus. Imagine, if you will, about 10 buff jock-y guys, all bouncing up and down on stationary bikes, while Disney-manufactured teenybop blares.

ALSO, a guide to buying books at NYU:

First, check the campus bookstore. If they don't have it (and unless your professor put in a book list, and he didn't, so they won't), check Barnes and Nobel. If they don't have it, and they probably won't because your professor wants a really specific edition, try Shakespeare and Co. Shakespeare and Co. will probably have it, but if they don't...

Sorry, it probably doesn't exist. Dude, you are shit outta luck.

Playwriting Lesson number 207:

If you are going to use symbolism, don't half-ass it. If you invoke Shakespeare, take it all the way. Weaving in a reference and not following through on it confuses your audience and weakens your story.

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This year, I will remember to give.

I haven't heard the shofar blow in two years.