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Wednesday, February 11th, 2009
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9:28 am
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So hell yea two classes.
I'm writing a one act play. WTF.
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| Saturday, November 15th, 2008
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3:55 pm
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Srsly. Who has contractions for an hour n a half...then falls asleep and wakes up 6 hours later perfectly fine?
Forrealreal. I haven't had a contraction all day.
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| Tuesday, October 14th, 2008
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12:24 pm
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1:15 am
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Pregnancy is not a recommended state of being.
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| Saturday, September 27th, 2008
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12:58 pm
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So, remember that time when I really wanted to go to Australia to study abroad because that was really the only extravagant thing I wanted to do with my college career, study in another country? So I went to that one interest meeting and then stayed afterward to chitchat with Drs. Duke and Ross about study abroad in general and how they had led great trips in the past and how much she missed her summer Ireland study abroad? And I encouraged her to restart it up because Ireland is a great place to learn about literature?
And then remember how she rejected me from the program and Ross didn't stick up for me and I got pregnant anyway so it didn't really matter but it was still a huge blow to the pride?
Guess what e-mail came around today to all English seniors from Dr. Duke. "We're restarting up our summer Ireland study abroad, come to the interest meeting!"
Just in fucking time for it to be too late.
THANKS BITCH.
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| Monday, July 14th, 2008
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10:27 pm
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WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
WHY WAS I STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK I COULD HANDLE QUESO FROM CALTOR? WHYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?
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| Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
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10:33 pm
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My uterus hurts and the more I think about it the more it goes from "Aw" to "Ew, it's moving."
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| Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
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9:52 pm
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| Monday, February 25th, 2008
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3:52 pm
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| Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
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11:57 pm
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so i'm walking past another apartment's door and the conversation inside goes something like this:
First Guy, Closer to Door: Whew! The bathroom stinks!
Second Guy, Farther Inside: Yea, I pooped.
First Guy: Dude, you don't call shit 'poop.'
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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| Monday, December 17th, 2007
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11:41 pm
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so guess who legendarily fucked up?
yea, me.
for those of you that read this, i will be unreachable by phone until after christmas at the very least, maybe later, i will not be able to come meet you somewhere until at least after new year's, if you want me somewhere i will need to be picked up, if you want to talk to me email me at bridgetm@udel.edu, in case of emergency either call my house or someone who has my house phone number and do not hang up, leave a message if someone is here they will probably pick up.
yay life.
if it weren't for bad luck, i wouldn't have no luck at all. for real real.
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| Sunday, October 28th, 2007
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4:22 pm
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FAVOR!
CAN EVERYONE PLEASE DURING THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER, INSTEAD OF USING GOOGLE OR YAHOO, GO TO GOODSEARCH.COM AND IN THE DONATE TO LINE PUT IN "The Office of Letters and Light" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE????
IT'S ONLY A PENNY. AND IT'S A GOOD CAUSE. PLEASE?
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| Wednesday, October 24th, 2007
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12:25 am
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I was just asking a question.
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| Monday, September 24th, 2007
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1:32 am
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Insight:
What does Bridget do when she's upset?
She washes dishes.
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| Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
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12:22 pm
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so. this summer has been pretty crazy.
input needed: t mobile or verizon?
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| Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
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11:59 pm
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SURVIVAL POST
Note to fucking self: Keep all sharp shineys away from Sarah fucking Bajwa. If my arm gets infected from where she raked me I'm gonna take her with me when I go. Little girl started freaking out about "Don't worry guys, I have a lot of muscle, you can cook me in the kitchen and eat me first. You can eat me first!" I smacked her. She grabbed me. Joanna had to pull her off.
I always figured Joanna would be a mess by now. But she's become like a mafia underboss, taking control with some of the RAs, keeping people calm, telling them her stalker stories. She hates all things gore. She hates Zombies. I figured she'd be a mess. And bull-effing-shit to these pussies who say "Don't say the Z word!" It's not like the word invokes their power or whatever.
They can smell us, though. They mill about outside, waiting for someone to come out. They try to smash the windows. When an infant is born, their senses of smell and taste are fully developed. Their sense of touch is hypersensitive. They can't see worth shit, can't really hear, but they can smell, and they can taste. The dead are proving to be the same way.
I wonder what humans taste like. Well, not really. Not in the sense that I want to find out. Kt called a while ago. I answered and all I heard was someone screaming. I'd rather not know if it was her. I hope she had the sense to kill herself before they got to her. I'd hate to have to shoot her pretty face myself.
Well. It wouldn't be so pretty anymore, would it.
When I lived here, in the new Pencader, in George Read, in James Smith, I cursed the windows, with they're extra extra thick plated glass and their not opening. I missed smelling the breeze in the morning.
If I had to smell the rancid stench of them now, I think I'd blow my own brains out. I called Mike. He's fine. He made it to Dover. I told him I wanted to fuck him. He said yeah, him too. How funny is that.
What a novelty, to die a virgin. People are shacking up all over the place here. On the upper floors. All the doors are being left open. No one cares. They despair. They'll be over it later. If we all live, and that's a big if, I wonder if the pairs made today will work. Who knows. Not me.
It's strange that we all hold on. We're all nonconformists now! We used to use the word mindless zombie as a slur. Now what? No one wants to die.
But what is there to live for?
Why do we still not become beings capable of our own destruction?
Oh well. We'll find something.
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11:26 pm
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SURVIVAL POST in reference to http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html
We've pulled together all the lighter fluid. If any of them get in, there are a bunch of us smokers that have lighters and matches to throw. Thank God for Eric and Amie and Ben getting me those zippos. We would have never attempted anything if not for Dave, brave Dave and his shotgun. They got him. All the way to Ray and back, me, Dave, Loni. Loni's a big bitch. She handled that gun well after they got Dave. While I drove the Jeep. We left Sarah and Joanna at Thomas McKean. They wouldn't have stood a chance.
We've been holed up here all day. All day. I've been crying since midafternoon. I crossed the train tracks, happy as a fucking clam, even though it was going to rain. Mike was supposed to come over tonight. We were going to cuddle. I don't even know if he's alive.
I ran all the way back to the dorm. Joanna and Sarah were all ready there. They said they were supposed to have breakfast with Amanda, they're friend here in Thomas McKean. But everyone's gone now. Dead. Except the ones in here, where the doors only open to certain access keys and the windows don't open. I can't wait for them to find the fucking electric generators so we'll be in the fucking dark, too.
Zombies. It's fucking batshit insane to think about. Especially since I got to play L4rg0 and shoot something in its head. Something that may have been a student in one of my classes next semester. They crawl on the walls, now. A lot of people wanted to go up to the fifth floor. Dumbfucks. Stay on the first floor, that way if they get in at one end, the other end can still get out. We won't be stranded upstairs, sitting fucking ducks.
I called my parents first. They're alive, of course the fucking military went through Wilmington, the county seat. Got everyone out. Caravaned to Dover, passed little us by. We're only a college town, not important. Who needs more drunk college kids and annoying townies? Nevermind the ghetto motherfuckers that were probably shooting each other instead of the undead folks walking around.
I called Panda next. He matters that much. He doesn't know it. I didn't have time to tell him. He and Crokket are out whooping it up with some "rebel faction" like this is some fucking movie. Join the military for the day, kids, we'll pay you if we live.
I called my wife, my Dani. I didn't get an answer. I haven't stopped crying since.
Well no, that's a lie. I only had a few minutes left on my ghetto ass prepaid phone. So I called Kt. Who else would I call? On a day like today. I couldn't even laugh with her, ask her to be my Ed. I only had time to ask, "Are you alive?" and she only had time to say, "No. But I'm breathing. I'm on watch. I'll call you if I live."
Call me, Kt. Call me.
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| Tuesday, June 12th, 2007
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12:21 am
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shit i knew i forgot something on friday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KT ANDER, I HOPE YOU LIVE TO ENJOY YOUR LIBERATION FROM THE WOMB AGAIN AND AGAIN!
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| Sunday, June 10th, 2007
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9:14 pm
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so the passenger side window of his car doesn't go down.
and we're going to the festival tonight.
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| Monday, May 21st, 2007
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8:49 am
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