*a zombie is a junkie... a junkie is a zombie*

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Wondering what i have been up to since wednesday?

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(i've been sick)

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No, not sick as in "someone call a doctor!". Sick as in upset stomach, sore muscules, a little of blood in the puke (but that was just once) and so on. And for more than one reason, so i guess i don't really need a doctor.

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Saying my muscles were sore on wednesday is being too kind. i could harldy walk. Maybe i overdid the work-out on tuesday morning. Maybe my jazz teacher was too hard at night. Dunno. Also my pumpkin carvin' muscules ached. But my legs... my calves. i felt like a soccer player that was getting too old for the game.But then again, i love overdoing it, don't i?

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What did i do? Well, sooner or later i had to get out of bed, so i took not one, not two, but three muscle relaxers. The result? My stomach got worse, and well, my blood pressure dropped so i have no idea how i managed to teach for 3 hours in a row. But i did.

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Thursday my stomach was no good. The corset helped to sooth the nausea a bit, but there was that blood. i guess i'm sick from all the Halloween sugar. It was not a small amount. Plus nibbling on raw dough from this and that is not very healthy.

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And i set off to pick up my purse. It was over 32C. i put on my sneakers and some sun screen and go. But my friend was in a meeting, and wouldn't answer her phone. Which meant waiting and waiting and waiting... When i finally got it, i was late. Very late. And i got to work over an hour late, which meant no class, which meant hearing a little from my boss. Not my fault, true. Both cell-phones were dead, and hell, i was on my way. But bad, nonetheless.At least it feels good to have my wallet back.

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So i go home. Bed. i call the dance school to tell them i'm not going. No way i could dance that day. And in the hours between 4 and 11 pm, all i do is read. About food, online. i'm starting to worry about my addiction to food blogs. And the consequences.

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Yesterday. A holiday in Brasil. The day of the Dead. And the day of the Zombie Walk. Oh the joy of over an hour of make-up to walk under the hot sub-tropical sun.

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But i only have one photo so far. As soon as i upload the other ones, i'll play with them. Right now, i'm in the kitchen, so that will have to wait.

(me and my male counterpart. We share the same birthday and a few of our unique traits. Its always cool hanging out with this dude. )

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Master and i spent half the day in bed, and not exactly sleeping. Shower, and make-up. Then driving to Paulista. There were not that many zombies but it was still fun, although we got left behind cuz we stopped to talk to a friend and to buy a milkshake. That was funny. Got brains? NO? Ok, i'll have a milkshake and a couple cheese burguers.

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So we ended up walking a bit alone. No, alone. We lost the other zombies. But we caught up with them at the meeting point, and it was still fun. i was only moderately covered in blood, after all, i was an anime school girl zombie, and a well behaved one too.

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After we got tired of hanging out with the other zombies, we walked back, up Augusta, and stopped at the mall for a Caramel latte at Starbucks and a big Subway sandwich. A zombie is a junkie after all... The fun was in playing "Spot the zombie", as we passed bars and snack bars packed with the undead.

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The pet shop where i bought my favorite collar is in that mall, so we dropped by there. And He bought my a new cat collar, black and silver. So cute!

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And to top it off, we got caught in the rain on the way back to the car. Which decided to break down on the way home, so we had to wait for two hours on the road for the tow truck.
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Saturdays break me down.

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Waking up at 6:30 for a shower, and preparing class. Then teaching. And dance class. Lunch? i made us a couple sandwiches, then went back to work.

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But its all good.

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This song has been haunting me all day:

"I'm not alone cause the TV's on yeah.
I'm not crazy cause I take the right pills everyday.
And rest, clean your conscience, clear your thoughts with speyside with your grain.

Clean your conscience, clear your thoughts with speyside.

Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt.

Our hearts littering the topsoil.

Tune in and we can get the last call.

Our lives, our coal.

Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt.

Our hearts littering the topsoil.

Sign up it's the picket line or the parade.

Our lives."

Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World.

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No matter how much your soul may wander, your body will never follow.
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So we're off (if it doesn't rain) for a walk to the supermarket pick up some tomatoes and other goodies. And maybe watch more animê before bed-time.

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These bones need some rest.Although i wouldn't mind some nice and loud music and a few drinks.

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current crushes:

- food blogs (i read over 30 a day)

- recipe sites

- baking muffins

- acid and hot chewing gum

- bread. Soft and warm, with margerine. And learning to bake it.

- English muffins. i've never eaten them, never even seen them. But i'm craving them like crazy. With a poached egg.

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mood: tired. And a bit restless.

now playing: Jimmy Eat World

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