We're all ghosts

So Light Night Leeds! I was a zombie! Check us out! And all the awesome members of the public who joined in :)

I'm on the right hand side in a blue t-shirt

It's Zombie Prom once again! Zombie Prom, I'm coming for you!!

I had a weekend filled with good things! A lot of chilling, some GLORIOUS weather that hit 27 yesterday and the return of October! For those not aware, October is one of my favourite months as it leads up to Halloween!! Also, since about 2005, I have been half-heartedly taking part in something kacfrog711 started called Dark Art October. Basically, it is a month of twisted fan art all through the month. Delicious.

This year I plan to be better! Last night I sat on the sofa with Dave, watching "Shaun of the Dead" (how perfect) and started to sketch. Sadly it hit midnight before the image was done but I sat up regardless and finished it. I even used colours. COLOURS. I KNOW! Markers, even! I'm actually really proud of it, even though the scanner destroyed it >:(

Lisa and burnt Alessa from Silent Hill 1. I have never properly played these games but I am so in love with them, TERRIFYING :D

( I think that's why I'm still walking around )

So there may be a lot more art posted in this journal over the next month. I really should be good and upload it to my art account as well - icarusishappy.

In other happy making news, I am doing a bit of cosplay this month so I went out in the GLORIOUS SUNSHINE yesterday to do a bit of Charity Shop Buying. And it was amazing! As I mentioned to philosiraptor, I got a handbag, belt, shirt, top, trenchcoat and jacket all for about £21. That's roughly $30. AH-MAZING. So I camwhored it up. With my webcam. Because I am vain like that.

Also, behold my random silly faces.

( commodity fetishism, how I have not used that tag for a while! )

What else have I done....OH YES. REMEMBER I TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT MY ZOMBIE MISBEHAVING? How could you forget? Well I woke up today and checked Facebook to have a message from one of my fellow zombies saying "you're famous!" plus another zombie tagging me in a photo. They used a photo they took of us in the lift as our Zombie Base Camp for The Independent on Sunday. OH MY GOD, I was so thrilled. I want a larger copy of the photo! We look awesome! Check it out for yourself:

The Zombies Are Coming

;____; so proud ;_____;

Here's the photo! Behold my RAWR face



I love zombies, you guys. So much ♥

How were your weekends? ♥

Zombie apocalypse. Set in some amalgamation between Leeds, Manchester and a biggish American city. Evening.

I was with the guys from "Shaun of the Dead", but who were actually the characters rather than the actors. We were running through the streets and places were empty. Liz and I were near the back of the ones running. As we ran past through streets, slowly more zombies appeared and we ended up running past this mini-supermarket with full open windows. Diane was there, working the till, with hordes of people (still people? I don't remember) in queues. I stopped and knocked the window so she would see me. Shaun (or maybe David) whisper-shouted that it was going to catch their attention but I couldn't stop. I knocked again (4 times) and I felt the change in the zombies pacing up the roads. They were noticing me. But then, so did Diane. And I knew looking at her that she was probably going to die there. We looked at each other. The men continued to run. Liz had slowed down up at the corner for me. She held her hand up to the glass and so did I and she gave me a small smile. Enough to say "I know" and "It's okay" and "Maybe in the next life". I think I was crying as Liz dragged me away as the zombies got closer.

We ran up, but started catching up to the boys. Liz and I ran into a corner alcohol shop (for cover? something to keep us going) and it was empty. She grabbed some squash plus a can of Red Bull and Rum mixed together. We downed it and then I went a little further into the shop to grab a bottle of Coke and a second bottle that was practically all drunk. The owner burst through a door behind one of the beer fridges just as Liz was running out. I had a moment of flailing as he shouted at me for being a thief and then I tore out. Ahead, I could see Liz running up the hill we were on and then turning down a road on the right, that lead to the highway. And I was suddenly so aware of the masses of zombies that were everywhere, behind corners and down streets I hadn't considered, as I ran, finishing the flat coke. I took the first road to my right, the one before Liz's turning and ran up a steep up-ramp onto the highway. I kept moving up and caught a glance of her hair as she disappeared up a side turn, so I followed. I never made it to the main highway. There were too many cars littered there and too much chance of people lying against their cars, turning.

I followed Liz's path and found her, the guys and two older people all in a dip in the highway. As if there had just been a massive slab of concrete that had never been placed there. Shaun told me to pay attention to what was under the grass in this ditch. It looked like a rusted Terminator skeleton, it's metalwork frame peeking above the grass. Two more guys appeared over the outcrop, I went to swing my bottle of coke at them, only to be informed they were human. They were carrying carrots and potatoes and maybe beets? We sat and had a dinner of vegetables, although apparently we also had rabbit that no one had cooked. I lectured Ed, who wanted to carry it with us for eating later. I said it would rot and also smell enough to attract Them. Someone only had a gun with one bullet in it. (the older couple were Shaun's mum-not-his-mum-in-his-verse. Maybe she was Prime Minister Harriet Jones? The man was a prominant English actor who's name I cannot remember)

Night passed there, I think. We moved on, separating from our new companions. We walked along our road, out of the city. We had no clue where we were heading. (people were changing at this point - Matt Smith, the new Doctor Who was now with us as where some others). We ended up in this youth hostel, off a side road, coming into the forest. But inside wasn't like a youth hostel. It was like a facility. Things get hazy but we all get separated and then the zombies attack. I remember running through darkened corridors, wanting to cry out for my friends, but knowing the stupidity of it. I think I had a bat. I clearly remember zombies appearing out of nowhere, chasing me. I turned left up a corridor, running and running and breathing and ran through doors until getting to a glass patio section which also had an extended back porch. I ran through the doors, flinging the doors closed in the glass area and was closing the back door (that was pressure locked or something) to see Matt, whom I had caught a glimpse of as I ran past. I stood, stunned against the glass door, pressed against it. Matt saw me, smiled and waved with his right hand. He had the gun in his hand, fitted it against his chin and fired. His body slumped stupidly to the ground. Maybe I screamed or just gasped and started sobbing. There were people outside in the actual patio, one of who pulled me away. A few zombies paced inside, near Matt's body. One of the men to my left had a blue, infected looking arm. So did a few other people. The man who pulled me away told me he had done what he did for the best, some other bullshit until he remarked that Matt did it because he'd been bitten.

Something else happened. Some bartering system for my friends maybe? They asked for hands. The man with the blue hand pulled his off and threw it inside. I'm not sure what happened next, but I was leaving with Liz. We got separated from the others. We left the hostel.

My phone rang, as we were along the roads, heading back into Leeds/pool/state. I answered, because my phone said Blash. Liz hit me, told me i was stupid and going to get eaten, they were going to hear us. Ash was asking where I was, who I was with, he told me he was with Mof and that she said hi and they were heading somewhere. Hazy from here.

There was more stalking through the streets. Maybe we were meeting the boys somewhere. Maybe we were meeting Ash. Maybe there was just the two of us left. We left Leeds again, once again hitting one of the highways out.

The highway lead us to an estate first, one like where Charlie lives. There were about 50 people there, including Sheaf. I ran to them, flinging myself at them and hugging them. They all wore cream coloured clothing, as did everyone around us. I didn't care. I was just so glad to see them alive. I think Marcus was pushed to speak to everyone, to gather a plan. We 'ssshhhed' everyone and then Marcus spoke, too loud on the dangerous streets, and I 'ssshhed' him too. We all giggled but he spoke. What he spoke about was gone. Maybe the turmoils we'd suffered to be alive at this point. People we had lost. People we had to lose. Where we went from here. How important it was to just keep moving. Processing could be done at the end.

Another house. A house that turned out to be a mansion on the hill leading out of Leeds with two people, in African clothing, standing guard at the gate. We came out of the house with two men (who were Arthur and Merlin. I know.) A boy-man stood at the bottom of the stairs. I went to twat him with my bat. Arthur stopped me and flung his arms around him. His cousin. They were dressed in shining silver armour. We left the palace, and the guards. They stood stoic, told us they were fend off any zombies that came our way to buy us time. We moved on.

Maybe we headed back to Leeds. Maybe we saw all the abandoned cars and realised that was the best thing we could do, the best way to travel.

Liz (who was maybe no longer Liz) and I were in a car, back in Leeds. The car pointing out of the city. My phone rings again. I don't remember this call. We drive, and find a fuckton of people driving out of Leeds on some clear road. Ahead of our car is my friend Lucy, sitting in the back of a pickup truck that has an upright piano tied into it. She begins to play, it is "Bridge Over Troubled Water". People all seem to have open-top cars. We lean out, breath in and sing.

Oh alcohol, you are not my friend and you have made my stomach sad all day. :( You are so much fun at the start of the night and then it just descends into mess. It is the drunkest I have been in months and it was tons of fun until the puking.

And I've had nausea all day. Quirky fact about me? I will take violent vomiting over nausea. I hate nausea and it makes me whiny and want to be 7, curled up with my mum :////

Plus the hangover has made me a slob today so instead of doing my reading for Milton (which is fucking "Paradise Lost", how can I not be doing this?) I came back up to bed and watched the first 5 episodes of Season 5 Supernatural. This is not what my degree should be about.

I am going to bed to sleep so I can get up, feel like a human being tomorrow, have a probably lukewarm shower, then do my reading so i can meet up with this guy from the seminar at 10 to discuss ideas about Satan's temptation, catch up on the reading I haven't done once he's gone, seminar, choose my unassessed Shakespeare essay question, plan something for it, create my Animesoc Manga Zombie plot, lecture, Manga Meet, home. I can do that.....

Alright folks. DRAMA AHOY

Drama is mostly in the form of money and university administrative bollocks. ---> My student loan is not applied for, and today was the day everyone received their loans. There has been a cock-up there that will take a bit to sort out.
--> My rent is due on the 27th - Saturday and I don't really have the money for it. (but baiacu is going to pay for it this month - queue Catholic guilt regarding money lending and scathing attacks on self)
--> I am trying to apply for emergency financial aid at the university but that also takes a lot of paperwork and administrative research and proof of my lack of money and forms and the like and checking whether or not i am elegible
--> there is a registration hold on my account which means I cannot apply for this years student university year, cannot register for my course, cannot get a new student card (that gets me student discount, lets me into the university, is proof of id etc etc)
--> Said registration hold was supposed to be removed by getting a doctors note saying i was eligible to return to study and not, y'know, severely depressed and unable to cope and slightly mad
--> Received letter today saying that i need one from my home doctor not my leeds doctor because i wasn't in leeds. My doctor in northern ireland.
--> i have modules that i have changed due to not being eligable for them but they can't be changed with the lock of my account
--> I do not really have the money for said-course books and classes (and seminars) start on Monday
--> the timetime does not have all the modules i am registering/registered for so i'm not sure when i'm supposed to be at lectures

tl;dr: /o\

Hence my awesome GeeWay-DRAMA!-icon.

In better news!

--> ZOMBIE PROM ON SATURDAY. Going to try to dress like a recently-autopsied!zombie. Which would be immense. It is also being held at the place I am (hopefully) going to be working at this year.

--> Going out with my two Emma's last night in Gothic-ish dress and being called "Dita" (as in Dita Von Tease) - slightly awesome

--> Give-It-A-Go society sessions next week. Circus Soc, Art Soc, Anime Soc, Fencing, Kickboxing, Archery, Sci-Fi, Gothic, Skydiving. Good times, great days.

--> getting back in lectures and stuff.

--> DARK ART OCTOBER. And I've noticed the majority of you haven't signed up for it! FAIL. Sign up now. You know you want to. >(

I promise Lauren, the awesome crazychickencow I'd do this for her. And I am. because she is having a slightly rough time at the minute and i am trying to make it better with fandom and bandom. So, here is me trying!

First! A drabble!
Arashi, Aiba/Jun, something fluffy
1,541 words (WHAT SORT OF DRABBLE IS THAT?)
Sort of a Mafia AU? I don't know, just go with it folks. Cut text by My Chemical Romance, inspiration by Batman: Gotham Knight. No I don't understand it either.Also, for something that was supposed to be a drabble, it got sort of out of hand. FAIL

( well I won't go down by myself but i'll go down with my friends )

Or, rather apparently this is just going to be the drabble which actually is more of a ficlet because the ficlet idea is bouncing about my brain but it is after 3 and i am still sort of ill so there will be ficlet tomorrow.

/o\ utterly made of fail, i am sorry Lauren.

In other news I made my brother watch a little of Life On The Murder Scene with me because i am trying to get him to study other drummers and their style so we watched some of the live footage and fuck me, BOB BRYAR. My love for you is not exactly pure but it is burning. Like a sun. And Frank, you are a tiny powerhouse of makeup and ink and awesome. And Gerard is campy and makeup and greasy and his stupid face my god people. My Chemical Romance, my god ♥

Also, I am falling completely back in love with Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Expect rambling when i am, y'know, vaguely coherent again.

Just saw my brother perform on drums for the first time ever. I may have almost cried. He is, and yeah I may be slightly biased, but he's a fucking tight-as-nails drummer. He's confident and even the guys who ran the course he took (who've played with Taste, Bob Dylan, Rory Gallagher) said that he could be a professional some day.

FUCKING AWESOME LITTLE BROTHER FOR THE WIN!

\o/


P.S crazychickencow I have sorted a few more things out in zombie!bandom!fic but I want to throw them at you to see how they sound aloud. Is that cool? ♥

Am working tonight and more-than-likely doing my Training Crew exam tonight which will
1) finally legalise ALL MY POWER over the new-starts, even though no one really doubts it
2) give me a pay increase
3) make me feel like I've actually accomplished something in my 2-and-a-half years killing myself at work.

This, of course, is subject to me actually passing the exam but I've got hope. Sort of. Um...next question!

SHIT THE POTATOES - it's okay folks, i didn't destroy them. Me for the win! \o/

why does it always seem that even if i get up 3 hours before i have to head to work, i still manage to not be dressed or even remotely ready 40 minutes before i have to leave? fail.

THE ZOMBIE!VAMPIRE!BANDOM!AU has hit 3000 words due to me fucking about with bitch!vampire!MatsuJun last night. good times, great days. however there is still a distinct lack of plotline. Will be online after work tonight so anyone who LOVES ME TONS AND WANTS INVOLVED IN THE FIC, please to be going onto MSN or AIM tonight. I should be home about 12 or 1am? So you have 10 hours to think and desire and crave zombie!bandom ideas and then throw them at me. :DD

therenodaemis - MY CONNOISSEUR DARLING - lay your zombie knowledge upon me! ♥

OK. 20 minutes to get dressed. I can manage that. Although I also have to eat and clean before I leave. Um...maybe not.

UNTIL AFTER WORK FOLKS!

ATTENTION SOCIETY

crazychickencow IS A BAD INFLUENCE. SHE ENABLED ME ONLINE LAST NIGHT AND I ENDED UP WRITING 1500 WORDS OF A MULTI-BANDOM ZOMBIE!AU.

SO FAR, FRANK IERO, OHNO, PETE WENTZ, MATSUJUN AND MIKEYWAY HAVE ALL FEATURED

AND I WANT TO WRITE MORE

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