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Pictures from the Whittier Zombie Pub Crawl October 24, 2010

I don’t know why I thought Fullerton because the crawl was definitely in Whittier. Oh well. It was a blast getting all bloodied up with everyone!

Here’s me before I left the house and had to cover my face with a paper bag so as not to terrify all the children at play in the park outside my apartment. Now I’m not sure if I actually have a picture of the full dress, but that’s a totally cute costume that I splurged and bought last year but then wore for all of ten minutes. It’s super sparkly and has knives sticking out of it and unidentified (probably booze) stains on it. In a word, perfect. I went through all the trouble of not letting kids see me and as I was walking to my car, a lady noticed me, smiled, and said, “Oh you look so cute!”

Jamie went for a pretty sweet looking Dia de los Muertos look which a lot of people at the crawl tried and most failed at. Sara decided on zombie homecoming queen. Nothing changes your entire look as much as a giant poof.

Akki and Ashley (my sister, not pictured), were completely caked in blood the whole time and now so it my car.

And some group zombie shots! Hraaaaeehhhhhh!

We got a few shots at the crawl but they were all super dark. It was totally fun though and we got to moan at other groups of zombies and share a brain juice at the bar. A good time was had by all.

Also, some site about babies won’t shut up about me today. I’m not exactly sure why I’m even on there, but there you go. This is what pregnant ladies talk about.

Edit 10/24/10: Yay! Looks like someone (Jamie) got some pictures of my dress. Woo!


Zombie Walk In Fullerton! October 22, 2010

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Anyone who knows me knows that if there’s anything I love, it’s dressing up in costumes and gallons of fake blood. So you can imagine my joy when a friend of mine told me about the Fullerton Zombie Walk, which is taking place tomorrow at 6. I will be there and I will be disgusting [insert anticipated disgusting joke here]! If you’re there too, mock all you like, but please don’t throw anything at me. It’s hard enough to seperate the fake wounds from the real ones already.


Bruises May 23, 2010

So a friend and I have a habit of punching the crap out of each other when we’re drunk. This wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t have huge fucking Lincoln knuckles. My little paws never leave the kind of bruises his knobbly hands leave. Unfair! But despite the fact that someone will eventually assume that my boyfriend is the one beating me up and the soreness everywhere, I just can’t stop punching. So I get lots of firsthand looks at the way bruises form and the interesting colors they turn. Wait a second, I never did a post on the Easter Zombie Walk in Eugene, did I? Well now’s as good a time as any!


So I have a vested interest in bruises in that I’m always trying to recreate them in zombie make-up. For as long as I can remember, zombies have intrigued and scared the shit out of me. For some reason, I have a habit of edging slowly toward things I’m afraid of. I always feel the need to explore in greater depth anything that gives me the creeps. And when I explore those things in greater depth, they become less creepy to me and I inevitably move on to something that still weirds me out.


Also for as long as I can remember, I’ve loved dressing up in costumes. If I could always be in a costume, I would. When I am inevitably a crazed billionaire, I will never dress in a t-shirt and jeans ever again. These two personality traits have led to several zombie capers, the most recent of which was the Zombie Walk in Eugene, Oregon, which consisted of three awesome people. I fell in the cemetary, we promised not to eat any of the bar patrons, and we had a delicious dinner. Not much of a story, I guess, but it was fun and Ms. Danielle has a much better grasp of zombie make-up than I do.


Sorry for the convoluted post but I apparently had much more on my delicious brain than I realized.