Fear the Walking Dead-Spoiler Alert

So I’m pretty much over Fear the Walking Dead. Through out this past episode I’ve repeatedly wanted to punch Nick in the face. He is the freaking worst person to be in the Zombie Apocalypse. He is the exact person I would hope and think would die right away. You know, he’s a junkie with no sense of preserving his own life. I understand some junkies don’t really want to survive and that’s why they’re junkies but the way he goes about surviving is the most idiotic way in the world.

At first I thought he was one of the smarter guys in the group by putting zombie blood all over him and walking with the zombies but holy shit, he does not know when to just stop… If he dies soon, I will not be surprised at all.

One thing I did think was kind of messed up was the dog scene. I literally had to cover my eyes. I could not stand the fact that those poor hungry pooches were eaten by the walkers. Which is funny because they just took a chunk out of Nick’s leg but I just can’t stand animal harm. The poor little things. I might sound like a regular sappy girlie girl but trust me, I can watch gore movies with the best of guys and be a total weirdo when a head is split open showing the brain and nasal cavity (like in the 300-sequel) but involve animals in any way and I’m back to being a girlie girl.

Thank you for reading!!



Day 2— College is sooo fun…

So like a classic tale of woes. The second day of the semester for me and I’m coughing up a lung. At first I was kind of mad at my mother who was the first to be sick in my family but when i entered my first class, almost ten other people were coughing, nasally sounding and holding tissues. It must be a cold going around right now but I am super pissed that I caught it in the first place. I could barely listen to my Egypt Prof. talk because I was so tired from the crap that kept me up all night… It started Sunday night with a sore throat but I didn’t think much of it because i thought it was just from drinking a little too much wine that night. Now I want to die! I am sooooo over today and I have’t even got to my second class. So I’m sitting in the Az heat trying to possibly sweat out the nasty crap that is making me into one of those nasty mouth breathers.

On a happier note, my next class is on Asia history when the British invaded. I’m excited because the prof. I had for my SE Asian History Online course is actually the prof for this class as well. I may have emailed her a little too much with questions and I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a nutter. But I’m excited to met her because she was really helpful and allowed me to be excited about Anna and the King of Siam and a movie about Burma. I had to write a review on both.

With that I’m pretty much over my rant. As always thank you for reading…


First day of Fall Semester~

Okay so my first day of this fall semester started technically today but for me it started yesterday. It started when I checked the online class notifications that my Women’s class was going to have me doing at least four different hard papers. I immediately dropped that class. I told myself that I was not going to write more than three papers for a class especially not for an elective. I had to write a 20 page paper last spring semester and it basically gave me heart problems. I don’t want to go through that bullcrap again. So I picked up another class that I actually need for my degree. Continuing with last night, I could not get to sleep. My mind kept trying to figure out where I wanted to park. In the end, I had to finish watching Mamma Mia! and put on Jurassic Park before I could actually pass out. Before my first day even starts and I’m freaking out.

So this morning comes and my body figures that it should wake up 15 minutes early. I wanted to cry when i looked at my phone. But there really is no logical point in going back to sleep for only 15 minutes. Soooo I decided to get dressed, last night I had chosen my outfit. I had asked my father to knock on my door at 5:30 because he wakes up at like 4 am. I was already dressed except for my top because I’ve learned the hard way that you never eat at home with a good shirt on. (You’re just too laid back to be careful and want to actually try stopping food from falling on it.) Anyway once he’s gone and I am finally eating, it decides to start raining… IN freaking AZ! But I know better. It rains for like a second and it sunshine and heat the rest of the day. Anyways, I spend the next two hours dreading driving. FYI i hate driving due to the car accident. I use to scream and curse people out while driving, now I can’t even attempt to try that because my heart is already racing at an unnatural pace. Anyways I made it safely to campus. I paid two more dollars than last semester for all day parking. Kind of super pissed about that. Anyways I get to my first class which is an ASM class. For anyone who doesn’t know what that it is, it basically means an anthropology class, if you don’t know what that big word is… look it up please. Anyways it turns out the old bat does not want us to use our laptops, some bullcrap about know getting the same immersion as taking notes by hand. I wanted to cry! I have horrible handwriting.

Anyways, during that class I get email from my second class professor saying that class has been canceled… I wanted to cry again because now I have to wait 4 hours til my next class starts! Ugggggg! Guess what? I’m still waiting!

Anyway thanks for reading.