My entire flist is the zombie contest. Seriously. I'm submitting a few entries, but due to the fact that what little creative energy I had to begin with is now non-existent due to soul-killing school, I'm pretty sure mine are laaaaaaaaame. But it is all fun anyway. I have a huge stack of books I yoinked from the shelves b/c I wanted to zombify them, but I've only done one and a half so far. Bugger.

I haven't done my homework yet. STOP THE PRESSES!!!!!!

Boyzzzzzzzz. Ugh. Stupid Valentine's Day. I have decided that what I will do to celebrate the day is call my brother and sing him a horribly off-key version of "happy birthday" and then, after I finish at the vet's, I'm going on a city-wide hunt for Sara Zarr's Sweethearts, which BookPeople did not have. Woe! Why does my favorite indy bookstore not have the books I want? They were out of The Key to the Golden Firebird too. And I want The Squad too. And hey, guess who finally got her first paycheck? Meeeeeeeee!

I'm going to bed.