Last Saturday was Long Beach’s first annual Zombie Walk and “Shaun of the Dead” screening, and I went as a rotting zombie Chinese girl.  Even though my buddies and I were a little bit late for the actual walk, we had such a great time.  The feeling of being in the same area and/room with countless of other zombie fans who are also dressing the “undead” part was quite the delight!

Oh yeah, funny story.  You see that photo of me and the Marvel zombified version of Captain America? I just found out yesterday that we actually know each other online!  But we didn’t recognize each other while the event was in progress. I knew this because he ended up posting a comment on that photo on Flickr that reads, “Hey! That was you???” HA!

I will be ending this entry with a quick video of my friends and I dancing on stage in front of the crowd of cheering zombies.

Note: I was trying to do the zombot (zombie + robot), but the guys had surely beat me with their own gnarly twitching, limping, zomberific dance moves. After the camera stopped recording, the audience was cheering and applauding boisterously, I couldn’t ask for anything better. Acutally, yes, I wish that moment was recorded. =(

Oh well, better than nothing, enjoy!

I’m really bad when it comes to reading books.  98% of the books that is currently on my bookshelf has been read…halfway.  Oh I plan on finishing all of them, pages are still bookmarked and everything, but it’s probably not going to happen in this lifetime.  Actually, I really don’t know why I’m asking for another book, but this one’s about zombies man! And believe it or not, I did read the whole book of The Zombie Survival Guide (safety first!), which is also written by Max Brooks, so I think I’ll get into WWZ without a sweat.

Betseyville or Betsey Johnson bag in studded shiny (or not shiny) black leather

I’m really not into bags.  Whenever I go out, I normally take my cards, keys, and cellphone with me, so there’s not much to carry had I use bags.  But if there’s one bag out there that I’d rock regardless of my lack of shit to put in, it would most certainly be the Betsey bags.  Bags designed by Betsey Johnson/Betseyville are straight up tacky and over the top…but I like it.  And I think carrying bags of gaudiness would perfectly balance everything out whenever I have a normal plain ol’ outfit on.

Disney Pixar Ultimate Movie Collection

I’ve loved every movie Pixar has made for Disney, and I still like watching them whenever I get the chance to, so I’m pretty sure this item was made for me. And remember, this isn’t Disney Pixar Movie Collection, it’s Disney Pixar Ultimate Collection. Ultimate. That’s fucking hardcore, man.

Every gotdamn music soundtrack from movies by Quentin Tarentino

I’m not sure if Mr. Tarentino gets to select his choice of songs for every movie he’s directed, but each and every song I’ve heard from all of his movies brings a sweet feeling of orgasm to my ears.  The songs in Grindhouse Death Proof is at the top of my list of most orgasmic.

Marvel Zombies 1, 2, and 3 in hardcover

Marvel Zombies is one of the most interesting reads to come out of comic books.  The concept of Marvel Zombies is genius.  Just imagine a horde of Marvel comic book characters turned into flesh-eating zombies who are able to retain their humanity.  That’s frightening…and pretty awesome.  I’ve finished the first volume, and and the first two issues of the 2nd volume, and would love more than anything than to finish reading all of it.

A couple of days after writing that post, I stained the costume with spray paint,  splattered it with fake blood, destroyed it, and took Helga’s advice by showing SOME skin.

(Helga’s advice: LOL PLZ SLUTTIFY THE SNOW WHITE GOWN KTHX SHOW SOME TIFF TITS OR TIFF LEGS)

My Halloween night was pretty awesome. On Halloween Eve, I did goto a club, and during my time there, it reconfirmed why I hated clubs so much (future post). But the club wasn’t that shitty! I ended up unintentionally scaring a lot of broads at the club. I’d be dancing with my friends, and out of no where, I’d hear screams coming from next to me, only to find out that they were screaming because of me.

Being at the club = boring

but…scaring people at da club = win

Since the club kind of blows, we went to back to a friend’s house and played beer pong, and lots of it, until 5 A.M. It was actually my first time playing that game (I normally don’t drink)…and I think it was my first time getting drunk too.

This might be a stupid question, but…how do you know when you’re drunk?

Everything seemed a little shaky, so I did bump into a few things.  I was 100% aware of what I was doing, but my judgment might have been tweaked a little…hahaha.

I’d like to say I was really, really buzzed and borderline drunk, but I think I’m in denial.

On Halloween night, I went to a house party with a different group of friends, and it was way better and way funner than the the previous night. I didn’t drink at all either, so I do prefer sobriety over drunk…ness, any day.