I have discovered

That I really enjoy vinyl.

I kidnapped my mom's old record player from the basement, along with her record collection (Yes, all six crates of it). I am currently listening to The Four Seasons... I wish I had a falsetto like Frankie Valley. I think that'd be pretty epic.

Anything you guys can recommend? I've got a bunch, so chances are I have it. And, if not, I can always go and buy it.

-Mikey

I have lots of free time

Y'know, with the whole being-dead-and-not-sleeping thing. So I spend my time playing video games (which, to all you non-trad folk, actually helps a LOT; it develops your hand-eye coordination, helps you move faster, etc), reading, maybe writing a little.

And I've officially run out of things to do.

So I'm looking for suggestions. Books, movies, video games, whatever, anything to keep me occupied.

Anything would help.

-Mikey

Here's my secret

You know those trashy little romance novels? The ones with names like "Forbidden Nights with a Vampire," and "Gentle Touch," and shite like that?

I *live* for those. Figuratively speaking.

So today I was browsing my local bookstore for said novels when one caught my eye. It had the bottom halves of two people on it, in a True-Blood-style art piece. The girl had stitches all across her legs, and her skin had the slightest bueish/greenish tinge to it.

Yep. Zombie-romance books.

The name, for anyone who was wondering, was "Head Over Heels", by Ella Pierce. I didn't read the entire back of it, but from what I gathered, it's (obviously) a romance between a Trad boy and a Zombie girl. The two meet at a high school, fall in love, get "separated due to unforeseen circumstances" (And yes, that is a direct quote. I'm guessing that the girl gets shit for being dead, the guy can't take it), but "true love conquers all in the end."

I'm not sure if I'm reading a trashy romance or a teen novel, but I'll tell you as I read it. I'm honestly excited, for the first time in a while.

~Mikey

*sigh*

My house was egged last night. The heavy rain today washed most of it away, but it still sucks to be up at night and suddenly hear a "thud" against your window.

Maybe it was just some random guys who got plastered and decided to egg some random person's house.

Maybe they knew it was me.

Maybe they weren't drunk.

I don't think I'll ever know.

I hate people.

-Mikey

[insert title here]

Can't be witty right now, I'm not feeling well.

But, we got some good news. Today, one of my friends (trying to be funny) decided to eat raw garlic and terrorize us. Before he remembered I was zombie-fied, he breathed in my face as well.

I could smell it.

Now, granted, it isn't a particularly GOOD smell, but it's a smell nonetheless.
That makes the list of things I can smell as follows:
-Peppermint/Mint
-Cinnamon
-Garlic
-Gasoline
-And citrus (nothing specific, but I do recognize when a lemon or an orange has been peeled)

On an unrelated topic; Japan isn't doing so well right now, as most of you know. If you can, send some money for the relief effort. If you believe, pray. If you don't, keep them in your thoughts. I believe in the power of positive though, ergo I believe that thinking good things will help.

~Mikey

My friends, parte une

So I've got nothing else to write about, so I'm going to introduce one of my friends. He's a zombie like me.

I *was* going to write up this huge paragraph, explaining how awesome Shawn was, but then he read my blog and said that he wanted to do his own little meme. So here we are. I'll get you Alyssa's tomorrow.

That is, if he ever gets BACK to me...

Ah, here we go. I present to you, Shawn Devar.

1. How did you die?
I had sex so often that I fell off the bed and hit my head. I died of blunt force trauma.
See, the funny part is that you think I'm kidding. :D

2. How long have you been gone?
Six months.

3. Death age/true age?
21/22

4. What do you miss the most about being alive?
I'm not gonna lie... I miss sex.

5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie?
You don't have to worry about sickness or disease. Or alcohol poisoning.

6. How did your family react to you coming back?
Kinda creeped out... but not by much. I've done worse.

7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie?
I can't get a stiffie. ....Ha! I made a joke.

8. Visible signs of zombieism?
I've got a nasty-ass scar on my head from my BFT.

9. Goals/ambitions?
Do everything that would've gotten me in serious trouble when I was alive. Make amends with my loved ones.

10. "If I were alive today, I would..."
Be doing the same thing. Chillin' like a villain.




He's such a good influence on me, isn't he?

-Mikey

A Glimmer of Light

Today, at lunch, someone threw a hamburger at my head. I turned and saw one of the jocks laughing at me with his friends, calling me a "worm burger".

Then, the most amazing thing happened.

Someone threw a glob of applesauce directly into his face. A great shot, I must admit. The guy, I think his name is Conner, stood up and glared around the cafeteria, looking for the thrower at the same time I was.

I couldn't see who it was. But it gave me hope; there are people out there, sticking up for me and my friends.

-Mikey

Copied from Tommy's blog

1. How did you die?
Car accident. I believe it was explained on the first post, haha.

2. How long have you been gone?
Let's see, what day is it... Two years, as of last week.

3. Death age/true age?
17/18 (almost 19-- Yeek!)

4. What do you miss the most about being alive?
I miss the sun. I miss food. I miss holding hands with my (ex-)boyfriend. I miss warmth. I miss that cold, drippy feeling you get when you get pelted with a snowball and it melts on your skin. I miss sleeping. I miss dreaming.
But mostly, I miss feeling normal.

5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie?
Well, you don't have to worry about anyone trying to copy you. *deadpan*

6. How did your family react to you coming back?
My mom was overjoyed. The docs said that she started crying as soon as they told her I was back.
My Father ((stepfather. AKA, Stepdouche.)) on the other hand... he was disgusted. He thought that the whole zombie-ism was an abomination, that the dead should stay dead, that "If the Lord took them once, he should keep them."
The docs told me that he went outside, grabbed the shotgun he keeps in his truck, and attempted to find me.

7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie?
Oh, God... lemme think. Probably when a few of my friends at my second high school found out what I was. They screamed and one of them dropped their tray. THAT was fun...
But they still accepted me, so it all turned out okay. :)

8. Visible signs of zombieism?
My skin has a grayish tinge to it, which is a bit of a downer. And I've got this huge scar on my neck from The Accident; big enough that anyone who knows anything about wounds could tell that I died. I've got a limp, too.

9. Goals/ambitions?
Honestly, I just want to live. (Metaphorically speaking, obv.) I want zombies to have rights, sure. But I think that we're going to have to let the American population have some time to get used to things before that can happen. It's got to be gradual.
Wow, that was a tangent. I want to do sports, though. I was on the football team at my old school. No shit. I was the kicker, and I was damn good. But, now that I'm a zombie (and a GIRL zombie, at that), my new school won't let me play.

10. "If I were alive today, I would..."
Go find Thom (aka my ex) and slap him. He always said that he was cool with the whole zombie thing, that he thought it was interesting, but now I realize that he only said that for me. As soon as I got back, he flipped shit on me.

I swear, this is the last post for today. I think.

-Mikey

Introduction

A few years ago, the Dallas Jones video came out. It shocked the nation that a teenager had been shot, died, and then come back to life.
Soon enough, it started happening all across America. Strangely enough, only here; no other country, not even Canada, started popping out "living impaired" kids. Scientists still don't know why it only affects us.

Two years ago, I died.

There was a car crash; I was driving with my dad, and a drunken idiot slammed into us. My father ((real dad, not stepfather; more info on that later)) was killed on impact-- His neck broke from being whipped so hard, or something like that. I didn't want to hear the details. I was on the side that got hit. I had a badly broken leg, a huge gash in my neck, internal bleeding, and hundreds of smaller cuts from broken glass. I died on the operating table.
42 minutes later, I came back. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I did.

And THAT is the most serious you'll probably ever see me on my blog.

My name is Mikayla Wilson. Call me Mikey, I'll like you better that way. I live in Chicago, Illinois, and I have been living impaired for two years. I should be 19, but thanks to The Idiot (I never did get his name), I'm stuck at 17 for forever. Or until the Scientists figure out what the hell is wrong with us. Whichever comes first.

I never thought about doing this-- hell, I'm still not sure I should do this-- until I saw Tommy's book. Yes, I call it his book because (to me) he's the most important. It's called <i>Generation Dead</i>. There's a sequel, <i>Kiss of Life</i>, which I have not read yet, so no spoilers! I found his blog, too. I'll post a link here: http://mysocalledundeath.blogspot.com/ . You should check it out if you've got a chance; Tommy stays WAY more in tune with the zombie news than I do, haha.

But, yeah. This blog will be about... anything. Everything. My life, how I'm coping with being "worm food", any news I hear.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

-Mikey