Apparently I made it through the night. My head hurts, I woke up in my car on the side of the road. The passenger door is open and there's a pool of blood on my nice leather seats. I scan the area - no signs of movement. I try to get out of my car, but my head is pounding so bad that I feel like everything is spinning. So I stay in, and seconds later I've slipped back into a sleep coma.

The dreams start coming now. Dreams of the night before. Only bits and pieces.

There is screaming at first, the guy is screaming. I'm driving fast, staring at him. All I had asked was for him to climb back and shut the back hatch door, left open from when we left the bridge hastily. It took me a few minutes to realize why he was screaming. When I did, I slammed on the brakes. Me feet swung out from the pedals and towards the guy. I was kicking him repeatedly.

I'm out of the car now, holding one of the guns. I'm walking through woods. Now I'm running through the woods. There's a sound behind me, the sound of someone...or something chasing me. I spin around to shoot, but its already on me. I swing the shotgun like a baseball bat, and it makes contact with the zombie, knocking him to the ground. And that's when I realize...the zombie is wearing the same clothes as the guy was.

I'm back at my car, opening the door to get back in. There's a sharp pain in my leg, but I can't figure out why.

Waking up now, back to reality. Though it doesn't really seem like I'm awake. Everything is still fuzzy and spinning. I try to recall my dreams, putting the pieces together, when it hits me like a wrecking ball. I was bitten.

The sun is setting, and the guy hasn't returned yet. The zombies are getting closer, but slowly, hopefully a sign that we haven't been spotted. I crack open a mountain dew as I wait, and promptly spill it all over myself from a jolt to my vehicle. I check my rear view mirror, and see the guy, finally he got back. I climb through my vehicle and open the back end. He's out of breath, and behind him, I see a mob of zombies coming up the bridge. I yell at him to get in, and I scramble back to the drivers seat.

The back end is still open, and I see them grasping to get in as I speed away. There are still the zombies in front of me also, and by now they've noticed us. I pick up speed going down the bridge and briefly close my eyes as I make contact with the cluster of zombies. Bodies fly everywhere, the thumps against the car make me cringe, but I push the gas pedal down further. But where am I going to go? I ask the guy if he has any suggestions, but the poor kid seems to be in shock from running still. Consulting him is useless at this point, so I drive off into Wisconsin...maybe it'll be better over there.

I hear the faint sounds of a firetruck up ahead. It seems I must be going in the direction of what civilization is left. Until I see the truck. The bright, candy apple red truck, laying on its side, covered in zombies. I whip my truck around as quick as I can, but they already saw me. I head back downtown, and figure my next best shot is to head to the law enforcement center.

As I draw closer, I realize my strategy is failing me. All these places in town have been hit. How did I manage to make it through the night if no one else did? As I'm thinking to myself, I realize there's another car driving down a cross street - the first vehicle I've seen, and possibly the first other survivor. I speed up and follow, whipping around the corner, driving over things I'm trying to not pay attention to...they are probably body parts, but I'm not gonna look. I can't look. I need to follow the car. It's heading across the river, over to Latsch Island.

As I reach the wagon bridge physically unscathed but mentally tortured, I realize the guy in the car has a gun aimed at me. Slowly I open my car door, yelling at him to give me a second, let me prove I'm alive. His hands are shaking. He's a young guy, and it's pretty obvious that it's not his gun. He's wielding it like a B movie star trying to look cool. I manage to finally talk him down, and we discuss our next move. He has the pistol, and also some shotguns from his fathers gun cabinet. So we decide to stay in Aghaming Park. Across the wagon bridge, amongst the boathouses. Only one access point. We drive and park in the middle, blocking the bridge. I offer to stay with the guns and guard the bridge, while he searches the boathouses for anything useful. Things are pretty quiet for a while, but I see a group of them slowly headed my way. I don't know if they've seen me yet, so I get back in my car to keep my movement to a minimum. Maybe they won't see me, or the guy. Maybe they'll just keep on walking to Wisconsin. Zombies can't swim...can they?

I scramble to lock my doors and windows, my mind racing the whole time. I grab duffel bag and throw what I can into it from the kitchen and bedroom, mostly consisting of nonperishable foods, a knife set, and whatever clothing is laying on my floor. There's a thud against the front door as I grab my phone and head out the back door to my car.

I manage to sneak around the front of the vehicle unnoticed, but shutting my door has caught the zombies attention. As I'm backing out, he lunges towards my suv, bouncing off the hood and getting himself half caught under my vehicle. The front tires roll backwards over him as I exit the driveway, and as I'm speeding off, I see his upper torso crawling towards me - the back half of him partially hanging off his waist.

Driving east, well southeast really, was where I ended up going. The deadness of the town made me feel as though I was in some sort of hollywood studio built town, with fake building fronts and perfect plastic lawns. I figured the best place to go would be the national guard armory, given their supply of firearms. I drive down the empty streets, hoping and praying that they stayed that way.

The world seemed to spin around me. Everything was moving fast and slow at the same time. I felt as though someone had drugged me, because this didn't seem real. But there it was, in front of my own eyes, a man getting eaten by a zombie.

I looked around my apartment, only to realize that I have nothing but shurikens and a whip to defend myself. I don't even have a baseball bat! Scanning my place for other blunt objects, I realize that I'm not in a very safe place here. Too many windows and doors for one person to watch. But where else could I go? Where else would I be safe?

As I'm pacing around my apartment, contemplating my next move, I spot the zombie across the street, looking up from his last meal - and looking at me.

Woke up this morning in a cold sweat. I could feel that something was wrong before I even got out of bed. My dreams turned into nightmares, and I had an odd feeling that I hadn't woken up from the last nightmare yet.

Walking into the living room, I started to realize that everything felt a bit off kilter. Typical outside sounds were obsolete. I looked out the window and realized there wasn't a car on the street, at 8am rush hour. No chirping birds either. The sun glared down upon the vacant city.

Movement caught my eye, and I felt a moment of relief. Someone was out for a jog, maybe I was just imagining the emptiness. But that relief didn't last long, when I saw he wasn't out getting some morning exercise, he was running. Running...from something. I couldn't quite make it out at first, but it was catching up to the runner...and then I realized...oh god...ZOMBIES!

SHIT. I'm only 9 months away from the 25-35 box.

Don’t take too long to think about it. List 15 books you’ve read that will always stick with you -- the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Copy the instructions into your own note, and be sure to tag the person who tagged you.

((Not tagging anyone, do it if you want.))

1. American Gods
2. Children of Noisy Village
3. Hitchhikers Guide
4. Harry Potter Book 7
5. The Great Hunt
6. Red Dragon
7. Monkeewrench
8. Silence of the Lambs
9. Redwall
10. Eye of the World
11. Little House on the Prairie
12. The Client
13. Along Came A Spider
14. Sam's Letters to Jennifer
15. Hannibal

Well I'm giving in and going to the cities, apparently.  Anyone have a place I can crash tonight if needed?

*edit* Didn't end up going because my Zune decided to be retarded (the damn new one that just arrived via UPS yesterday) and died on me.  I wasn't about to drive up to the cities not only by myself, but without music/podcasts to entertain me.  DAMMIT NOW I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER FUCKING 2 WEEKS TO GET MY ZUNE BACK.  Work really sucks without it.

I find it interesting that a lot of the shows I watch have relations to other shows I am fond of. The first one I've mentioned before - Mark Snow does the music for Smallville (and did the music for X-Files). Plus Smallville has all kinds of amazing cameos. Although I did get somewhat disturbed when I realized the guy who plays Ram Peters (porn guy, basically) on Nip/Tuck is also the guy who plays Jonathan Kent. Talk about crossfic mental mindfuck.

Then the newer shows I'm watching: Breaking Bad has Vince Gilligan producing it, who also worked on the X-Files. And Pushing Daises has Bryan Fuller who worked on Dead Like Me and Heroes.

Then there's the more obvious ones: Castle, with the guy who plays Mal on Serenity. And Dollhouse, the new Joss Whedon wonder.

I've also noticed that on every show there's always someone who has been on an X-Files episode or two. That always makes me giddy.

I'm really lame talking about tv shows. I should pick up a damn book and start reading more.

So I promised more interesting topics, but right now there's not much available to write about. I ended up writing an article on golf courses around the area...LAME I know, but hey, it paid me a whole $1.50 upfront plus whatever I make off the page views. So please click it! :D

Because everyone just LOVES golfing. /sarcasm

So I was bored last night, and stumbled upon a site called Associated Content. You can choose from different topics, write articles, and if your article gets enough reads, you can earn money.

I ended up writing this out of sheer boredom, and the fact that I don't know of any other reality shows. The fact that I even know this show is somewhat embarrassing - I blame my 2 weeks of being stuck at home all day in January for my knowledge of the show. :P But I think it turned out semi-decent for a first draft/first time writing a review like this.

ANYWAY, even if you don't want to read the article (it's mostly BS on my part anyway, I write best when I'm under pressure and the article was due by midnight) just click on the link and rack me up some page views! I'd really appreciate it. I'm looking forward to writing some more relevant and interesting articles in the future.

So I'm overly excited about being able to have cats again. I went to the Humane Society today, which was probably a bad decision since I can't get one for a few more weeks yet. I got bombarded by teenage cats, all vying for my attention. It was adorable! I wanted to take them all home (hence the bad decision). One in particular was really cute, playing with my lanyard on my keys and happening to sit by me for quite a while even though I was petting other cats. It was so funny, I was turned away, and then turned back to my right, and he was still sitting there! There was another cat that was being obnoxious and almost jumping on my shoulders to keep my attention, but that's not the kind of cat for me (also, the cats name was Daffodil. Who names their cat after a flower?) But this other one, the gray one, I think he's just right. And he's a cat that gets along with other cats, so if I manage to get Leo back, I think they'd get along great! He's not exactly what I thought I'd pick out, I've always liked calico, black, tabby, and striped cats, but this one just stuck out and I'm not going to deny that we really seemed to like each other. :) I'm really excited about this new cat. His name is Boone. How freaking cute is that!

And yes, I'll probably be an old cat lady someday. :P

Awesome TV show, and now one of my new favorites. I think it helps that I'm a fan of murder mystery novels, especially James Patterson - who was ON the show tonight! And I was afraid there'd be nothing to watch now that Nip/Tuck had their season finale last week. Oh who am I kidding I've got way too many tv series on DVD to watch...Smallville season 7, Pushing Daisies, and Bones season 2. And then there's Dollhouse which is not as enthralling as I hoped it would be but is getting better every episode. Plus Scrubs is still on for a little while longer. Now if only a new season of Eureka would start I'd be on cloud nine.


...I'm way too excited than I should be about these shows. Apparently when I don't have renaissance faires I occupy my time with television.

You should totally vote for this shirt because it's all kinds of awesome. Especially since Mother's stopped making Circus Animal Cookies. It's all nostalgic now and whatnot. :P

http://shirt.woot.com/Derby/Entry.aspx?id=28771

*edit* Apparently you have to have bought a woot shirt before in order to vote...so...yeah. Well if you have, then totally vote for it! :P

I'm sure I've mentioned to some of you that I played piano for about 15 years. I also taught for 3 years to two twin teenagers and also a friend of mine for a year. So in case you're curious, here's the last two songs I was working on.

Rachmaninoff, Prelude in C# Minor


Bach (Transcribed for piano by Busoni), Toccata & Fugue

This sort of shows how far along I really was...and since I haven't played in about 3 years, I've pretty much lost most of my ability to play. It's quite sad actually. Looking back I'm really impressed that I was able to start working on playing these songs. I'm hoping to find a used piano in town for the next place I live in so I can start working my way up to this point again and start teaching on the side.

It makes me cynical and enjoy tasteless attempts at humor.
( I guess it's just a 'so wrong it's funny' sort of thing for me. )
If you're easily offended, well, just don't click it.

*edit* Is my lj-cut working? It isn't showing up on my screen, but I know I've got the code right...well if not then I guess you just get forced to see it.