January 31, 2011
Zombies. That's all I seem to be capable of at this point in my life: killing zombies. Call of Duty: Black Ops has the Zombies game once again and I've become quite good at it. I've even put up with the shitty Black Ops campaign to unlock the second zombies level- It's in the Pentagon- kinda fun. My friends Jake and George have that game down to a science. They constantly get to at least level 30 and are threatening to write a book about their strategy. My room mate and my record is level 10. Fuck Zombies. Fuck Call of Duty. Every new game they come up with is more frustrating and more addictive than the one before it. I've got an internship to be hunting and all I've got running through my head is the strategies we've developed to help us get beyond level 10: level 3-buy M4, level 4-buy door upstairs, level 6-buy mystery box gun...
The most stressful time in all of my life so far and I'm being dragged down by zombies. Wonder why? If you're current on my etchasketchpro blog you maybe able to put together the pieces but if not I'll hazard a guess as to why Zombies is taking control of my life: the absence of Marijuana. Marijuana is a mental crutch; it leaves you content with whatever happens. Nothing to do? Smoke pot and you'll not want anything to do. Thinking about not looking for internships and watching On Demand all day? Pot is ok with that plan.
Now that I've stopped smoking pot I've taken up killing zombies. Both amazingly useless and mind-numbing. Anyhow I'm in bed writing this and watching Good Will Hunting. Probably going to sleep now.
-What does "putt from the rough mean?" I understand the connotation but where did that saying come from?
-According to Urban Dictionary: It's a crude reference to gay anal sex derived from the movie Good Will Hunting.
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