Well, it is about that time of the semester. The classes are almost over, I am sick on school, there really isn't much to worry about as far as assignments other than studying for final exams and projects and I am nearly broke. I do have a job, but having to deal with Thanksgiving and Christmas preparations and expenses pretty much sucks out all of the extra cash that my job would give me. Sadly enough, this effects the way I eat, which presents me with a problem.
If I could cook, I would. I am not the type of person that enjoys going out to eat for every single meal but sometimes it just seems like it is absolutely necessary. About this time every semester, I seem to rediscover something that I somehow tend to overlook at other times throughout the year. Cereal!
I am infatuated with cereal. All types of cereal. I can eat it for absolutely every meal! It is cheap, tasty, simple and can have decent nutritious value depending on what kind you get. My favorite type of cereal would probably have to be Cinnamon Toast Crunch. When I was a kid, my parents would stock up on the stuff because I would eat two or three bowls of it at a time. It is also one of the few cereals that has games on the box that are actually fun to play. I really miss the days where those games entertained me. I wish it was that simple now!
Anyways, I'm actually about to go have a bowl of strawberry frosted wheat bites. Just for your information, when purchasing wheat bites, stick with the top-selling brands. Food Lion's version of mini-wheats doesn't exactly do the trick, but I am hungry and it is better than nothing.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Zombie Attack!
So a few days ago, I just happened to come across a quiz online. I usually hate these quizzes, and I never take them because they seriously annoy the crap out of me, however I was quite bored and decided to give this one a shot. Here is the link..
http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/zombie_bite
The results are in! Given the circumstances of a zombie bite, survey says that I would last 1 hour and 14 minutes. We all contemplate how we would act if we knew we only had a certain amount of time live. This is how I think things would play out. Do not judge me.
Considering the amount of decaying flesh from my zombie bite, it would be to my advantage in picking up women. An icebreaker of sorts, you might say. Female numero uno crosses my path wielding a sledgehamer. Remember, this is the zombie apocalypse. She immediately sets her eyes upon the thing that most women do; my eyes. Just kidding. She gazes at my bulging biceps and superior deltoids. I am not yet a full-on zombie, so I can still hold my bearings quite better than those who have completely converted. She then notices the eight inch gash in my forearm and promptly asks if I am infected. "It all depends on your definition of infected," I reply with a smirk.
I'm guessing that this scared her away. I learn from this mistake, and move on. Enter female numero dos. I spot her from across the park that I have found myself in throughout the course of the chaos. She was in the midst of scurrying about looking for her cat. "Snuffles? SNUFFLES," she cries out desperately. I yell, "did you say sniffles? Because with this gash in my arm, that's excactly what I'm going to get." Bingo, she immediately forgets about the cat and is focused in on the only thing that matters; me.
With her nurturing tendencies, I feel well enough to do what I want to, and with only 46 minutes left, that doesn't leave much time. It's the end of the world and I still want to be a gentlemen, so I sugguest we go a restaurant of her choosing, which turns out to be Flaming Amy's. I decide on the double bypass (lets face it; if the zombie bite doesn't kill me, the cholesterol will) and she ordered a tree hugger. We grab the grub and and with little time left, we chow down on what will be our last meal.
Afterwards, I suggest we go to Hot Topic, and with precious seconds to spare, I do something I've never done before; I indulge in the Twilight frenzy. I side with team Jacob, of course.
With my newly stolen hoodie (looting is a side effect of a zombie outbreak, for your information) we duck back to my place to do what I thought was going to be the climax of my saga. Turns out that when you're trying to decide on what look to go for while resting in your casket, you waste a lot of time. Consequently, I fully converted en route to my apartment.
What happened next was out of my control, and a little fuzzy because all I remember is my last cigarette, which was amazing like always, and then nothing. I spin furiously into a black abyss that will be the rest of my existence; a flesh eating, brain craving, Twilight hoodie wearing zombie.
Don't take this seriously, it is purely for entertainment. With that said, what would you guys do if you only have an hour and 14 minutes left to live? Hopefully this provided a bit of amusement. Have a great weekend! I am headed to Clemson in a few hours for the NCSU-Clemson football game. It should be loads of fun!
http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/zombie_bite
The results are in! Given the circumstances of a zombie bite, survey says that I would last 1 hour and 14 minutes. We all contemplate how we would act if we knew we only had a certain amount of time live. This is how I think things would play out. Do not judge me.
Considering the amount of decaying flesh from my zombie bite, it would be to my advantage in picking up women. An icebreaker of sorts, you might say. Female numero uno crosses my path wielding a sledgehamer. Remember, this is the zombie apocalypse. She immediately sets her eyes upon the thing that most women do; my eyes. Just kidding. She gazes at my bulging biceps and superior deltoids. I am not yet a full-on zombie, so I can still hold my bearings quite better than those who have completely converted. She then notices the eight inch gash in my forearm and promptly asks if I am infected. "It all depends on your definition of infected," I reply with a smirk.
I'm guessing that this scared her away. I learn from this mistake, and move on. Enter female numero dos. I spot her from across the park that I have found myself in throughout the course of the chaos. She was in the midst of scurrying about looking for her cat. "Snuffles? SNUFFLES," she cries out desperately. I yell, "did you say sniffles? Because with this gash in my arm, that's excactly what I'm going to get." Bingo, she immediately forgets about the cat and is focused in on the only thing that matters; me.
With her nurturing tendencies, I feel well enough to do what I want to, and with only 46 minutes left, that doesn't leave much time. It's the end of the world and I still want to be a gentlemen, so I sugguest we go a restaurant of her choosing, which turns out to be Flaming Amy's. I decide on the double bypass (lets face it; if the zombie bite doesn't kill me, the cholesterol will) and she ordered a tree hugger. We grab the grub and and with little time left, we chow down on what will be our last meal.
Afterwards, I suggest we go to Hot Topic, and with precious seconds to spare, I do something I've never done before; I indulge in the Twilight frenzy. I side with team Jacob, of course.
With my newly stolen hoodie (looting is a side effect of a zombie outbreak, for your information) we duck back to my place to do what I thought was going to be the climax of my saga. Turns out that when you're trying to decide on what look to go for while resting in your casket, you waste a lot of time. Consequently, I fully converted en route to my apartment.
What happened next was out of my control, and a little fuzzy because all I remember is my last cigarette, which was amazing like always, and then nothing. I spin furiously into a black abyss that will be the rest of my existence; a flesh eating, brain craving, Twilight hoodie wearing zombie.
Don't take this seriously, it is purely for entertainment. With that said, what would you guys do if you only have an hour and 14 minutes left to live? Hopefully this provided a bit of amusement. Have a great weekend! I am headed to Clemson in a few hours for the NCSU-Clemson football game. It should be loads of fun!
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