The best way to kill zombies… by Laura N. '09
is by shooting them in the head....they can't eat you if you make them dead. Sorry, Sam got it stuck in my head...Plus I love zombies.
Hey guys! Remember me? I used to blog and stuff, until I became so hosed I could barely remember what day of the week it is.
No, really. Several times lately I’ve found myself saying, “So a couple of weeks ago….no wait, that was yesterday.” Then I mentally condensed two weeks into one, so I really had no idea what day it was. I’ve also walked the whole length of the dorm with a bag of dirty clothes because I completely walked passed the laundry room without noticing.
Seriously, the end of term &*#!$ with your head.
Anyway, I don’t really have time for a whole entry, but I do have a few quick things to talk about.
So, our good friend Ben Jones has a post-it note on his wall of a joke note passed between two of his coworkers. It says, “I like you. Do you like me? Check one: _yes _no.” Over winter break I stumbled across an awesome gift item that reminded me so strongly of this that I had to buy it for him. (Seriously, Five Below is the greatest store ever.) I kept forgetting to bring it to his office, but finally got around to it a couple of weeks ago.
Anyway, Ben tried the gift out on me, and I dutifully followed his instructions. The image below speaks for itself.
The other thing I have to share with you is a simple image of the aftermath of 2.007 on my room. (2.007 is a design class where you spend the entire semester designing and building a robot to compete in a contest, which is taking place tonight. If that sounds familiar, it was part of the inspiration for FIRST.) Anyway, Friday was the last day to turn in your finished product, so I spent the entire week leading up to that moment doing nothing but eating and working on the robot. (Sleeping, not so much.)
As a result, my floor was covered with aluminum shavings.
Thanks to Ruth ’07 for fulfilling her duties as Floor Vacuum Chair for one of the final times. (Ruth has never held any position on the floor except for being the person who stores the vacuum in her room, and it was a very momentous but sad occasion when she passed the duty off to Evan ’10. We’ll miss you next year, Ruth!)
Updates from the actual 2.007 competition will come later!
first! yeah!
Um… correction, the note was actually NOT passed between his co-workers.
hahahahaha. AHEMM.
Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I took 2.70 (predecessor of 2.007?), mine wouldn’t go either, but I still passed and better yet graduated! Take heart!
When I was in middle school and in my first two years of high school my friends used to joke that if I were to write a note to a boy telling him that I had a crush on him, it would go something like:
“Me like you. You like me?
__Y __N”
This note made me think of that and laugh.
ohh!! aluminum shavings
during robotics build season for my robotics team, they are EVERYWHERE including in my hair… not SAFE
but they are very fun to step on! the crunchy sound that they make
everyone seems to be forgetting about the all important “maybe” box–absolutely necessary on all notes of this kind.
What, there are ways of telling people you like them other than the “check this box” method?
Now any romantic advice I’ve ever given anyone is obsolete. Curses.
yeah, def not passed between coworkers, lol.
your robot desn`t work is it a robot then!!!
In my hour of doom, I came here with one purpose. Do you know what that purpose was? To find out the best way to kill zombies. They’re slowly creeping into my domain now, and there’s nothing I can do. I turned to google, my best friend in the world, and asked him, “What is the best way to kill zombies?” and he told me to come to your blog.
From there I read your post, and saw that note. Little did I know that the note I was currently reading would be the last note I ever read. Ever. I frantically searched your blog for the best way to kill zombies, but alas, I found none.
The zombies are upstairs now, just outside my room. I can hear them.
They’re breaking through the barricade. I can hear them prying away at the tostitos boxes and pictures of David Hasselhoff. But alas, I know of no way to kill them.
They’ve broken in now, and are making their way slowly toward me…slowly like something that is…very slowly edging toward you…slowly. I can smell them strongly, and am still searching for the proper way to kill them. Why, why did I choose this blog, why not Shaun’s blog? I hear he found some way to kill them in Britain.
Alas, they are now gnawing at my leg. One of them has grabbed my right arm, but I’ve perfected my left hand typing over the years and years of 4chan viewing. Help me, please, Laura. I’m being eaten alive. Oh god, there goes my leg and arm. O h no my thumbsaregone.Ican’tspaceoutwordsanymore.
imtypingwithmynose.help.
theyreeatingmybrains.
woop, i just died.
4//itchy//tasty
That post wasn’t meant to be offensive.
I’m just a zombie now.
Uh… Steve, why on Earth would you have pictures of David Hasselhoff in your room?!
Exactly, I woduln’t even know where to get those… And how do you make a barricade with tostitos boxes and David Hasselhoff pictures? Wouldn’t they just tumble down?
Hi i’m Zakaria i’m an Algerian i’m students in physics at Mentouri University in Algeria………..
i think that’s a good JOB!!!
For students it is the customariest form, therefore this method and it is selected.
Ridiculously…
I mean, to be fair, it’s because Sam ’07 swept every elected position every year. Did you know he was once floor chair, apple bake chair,…
And probably other stuff, too.
Sorry, I’m exhausted from our slumber party last night, Laura. Sorry for stealing the blanket. You looked pretty pissed.
David Hasselhoff has done nothing to harm me.
First of all, they’re outside my room on the barricade to ward away all straight zombies, it must be those slightly over the edge gawdy zombies busting through.
Secondly, I’m not dead. I know you were all scared, but I’m safe and sound. Turns out they weren’t eating my limbs. Right as the barricade was going down, thousands of S.W.A.T. agents filled my house with toxic chemicals to kill the zombies. Some kind of toxic chemical that seeks out dead cells and consumes them. Yeah, let’s go with that.
So the chemical was on my skin eating my dead skin cells and I panicked. Turned out it makes you delusional too, and I had been playing Resident Evil earlier that night, and had just read the 4//itchy//tasty note.
Yes, this is surely how it went. Now I must inquire, have any of you seen any S.T.A.R.S.?
Because if so, please tell me where. And no, I’m not some crazy zombie out to kill the S.T.A.R.S.
And no my name isn’t Nemesis.
Clearly it’s Steve.
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