2/10/10
The zombie came up with a killer idea today – GI Bloke. A series of GI Joes for British kids. We don’t know what the difference will be between a bloke and a joe, but I’ll be sure to tell you later.
Just promise not to steal his idea because he’s really proud of it. After we waxed fancy on our sweet idea he smiled real big and said, “brains!!!” It was so funny. I think one of those ‘had to be there’ things though.
2/3/10
I came home from work yesterday and I thought some of my milk was gone, but I couldn’t be sure. The zombie doesn’t seem to ever take any of my food as far as I can tell, so I didn’t think anything of it.
Until today.
Today I came home and the zombie was pouring my milk out in the sink. What’s that all about?
I think he must be lactose intolerant. But, it’s not like it’s dietary, it’s personal for him. I can’t back this up with facts, it’s just a feeling.
I tried to ask him about it, but he wouldn’t answer me. He just stared at the door to the pantry closet. He could tell I was angry about it though, because eventually he said “brains?” in this really sad tone. I couldn’t stay mad at him, so we played some Wii tennis and I let him win.
(He’s so bad at that game, but every once and a while he has one of those super fast serves – I don’t know how he does it).
1/29/10
I moved in to my apartment officially today – I had the apartment for the past week or so, but I didn’t have any of my stuff in it so I wasn’t living there yet. Today my stuff came, so I feel ‘official.’
Anyway – I was surprised to find out a zombie lives in my apartment. Even more surprising is that I’m the only one who can see him. The movers thought I was crazy, so eventually I stopped saying, “watch out for the zombie in the bedroom.”
After the movers left I said, “so … I guess you’re my roommate?” He just sort of stared. I stared back. Then, and I can’t explain how I’m so chill with this whole free-loading-zombie-roommate situation, but I thought, why not? I decided to embrace the situation.
I’ll admit I was pretty ticked for a while, but I don’t know anyone here in Houston, so I guess having a roommate isn’t that bad. He’s real quiet, and kind of quirky.
Here’s an example of him being quirky –
“Hi, I’m Brad.”
“Brains.”
“No, Brad.”
“BRAINS!”
That’s when I realized he had already come up with a nickname for me. I guess I’m sort of smart, so brains is cool. I’ll have to think of a nickname for him though. If he didn’t call me brains, I’d probably call him that because he loves saying that word.
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