Mmm, it's been days since my last zombie-related dream :) I still fear their coming (and think about it way too much) but now it's easier to distract myself on more trivial things. Now I just make sure my frontdoor is locked. And who knows, maybe covering myself with my duvet will put them off my delicious scent for awhile.
I think the part I most fear about the zombies is the mindblowing pain that comes with being eaten alive, and subsequently not being able to live and see what life could have offered me. Would I have become some famous product designer for motorola? (motomlsc! motoangl! :) Something advert-related perhaps. Would I have been well-off financially? Married with kids? Would I have been a beautiful adult like andrea's mum foretold! Would I have lived in Singapore? Canada? Paris? And one of the most important 'would I's of all; Would I have lived to see my friends die and my offspring graduate with a brood of their own?
For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be remembered in some way by the world after I passed. Maybe for finding a cure for cancer (getting more and more unlikely considering my dismal chemistry) or having my works of art suddenly rocket to fame after my untimely demise (by the hands of that druggie with the tainted syringe needle). And I guess not leaving my mark in some way while alive would be like not existing afterwards. :/
Haha actually I reckon that's quite an atheistic view of the world. :((((

I think that whole 'be a shining example to the heathens and they'll want to be like you' (adapted from matthew 5:16) is falling short in these modern times. the youth of my generation believe in accepting people for who they are and not imposing their beliefs/rules on them. Hence my friends know I'm a good person, I don't cuss, and they're fine with it. And they cuss, and they speak of first times, and I'm fine with it. And they don't try to be more like me because they know they're fine the way they are.
I'm also worryingly apathetic to the idea of them crying at me in hell, 'why didn't you tell me about God?' Because they weren't interested and it was their choice. And forcing my religion and beliefs on them would have just pushed them further away from my God and myself. And I guess even hell's better than oblivion (speaking as someone who has not felt much pain in her life).

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Hokay next week I've both maths papers and my lit paper. Two more weeks after that and my IGCSEs shall officially be OH-VAH! Oh yes and in case you forgot chenny, my birthday's coming real soon (sixth of june, sixth of june, sixth of june) and I command you as one of my loyal subjects to spread this word throughout the WLCC and church! Oh and buy me present plissss :) Or like. Treat me to mac d's or something. Hahahahh