Have you seen me?

It's not uncommon for people to be told that they look similar to other people. But it has been brought to my attention, several times, that there is another Bubbs running around on Penn States campus. Only answer to this? My mother's a whore. Not true.

Sighting #1:
Last semester during finals week at my branch campus I got a text from a friend from home asking me if i was at PSU. (This was a friend I had known since I was about 12 by the way. aka should be able to tell me apart from other people.) Before I could even respond I got another text from him mortified when he went to talk to "me" and didn't even notice it was not me until she talked to him. I asked for a picture, but he scared her away.

Incident #1:
I completely forgot about my twin when I moved up. Over the first couple weeks I had people saying that they had seen me somewhere, but with 40,000 students, it's really not hard to mistake people. But then one day I was walking to put my portfolio away and two girls walked up to me and started to ramble about something ( I was too busy trying to figure out who the hell they were to listen) Before I could even say anything, they looked shocked and apologized for mistaking me for someone else and left.

I can usually be recognized from behind, no problem since my ass has it's own identity. But this was getting ridiculous. So, so far she's been chased off my some random stranger, and I've been attacked by two random chicks. Yeah, not real life.

Sighting #2:
After I was mistaken for this girl, it seemed like people were starting to see her everywhere. I made the mistake of hanging out with a complete tool for the first two weeks I was at school, (until I used my brain for once and got rid of his ass) after we had stopped talking he walked right past me one morning on the way to class and neither of us said a word. But then a week later, I was sitting with my roommate in her room and got a text from him saying "soooo you just walked right past me and didn't say hi...." Kinda awkward when I can pass him without being noticed by him, but he notices this chick. Thanks for the awkward convo other Bubbs...

Sighting #3:
I was sitting in class and got an angry text from a friend. "Thanks bitch. I totally was just screaming your name like 5 feet away and you ignored me!" Nope, not me.

Sighting #4:

Robyn Cook Swore I saw you in Willard today... Around 10:45... I called your name, but I guess you could have a twin lol or you just didn't hear me!   

 sorry Robyn, not me. 

I actually feel really bad for the other Bubbs. First of all she probably has no clue why people keep yelling "Bubbs" at her. I would really like to find this chick just to see if we actually look alike. ( and if she is 21 that would help a lot also.) So help me out.

                                                                    Have you seen me?

 

Zombies are real... pt 2.

To continue on from the last blog, I do want to add that I am not trying to be cruel to the students playing the game. I admire their ability to do something that they like to do, ignoring assholes like myself.


But that is besides the point. So it has been about a week since we last had a chat with the zombie, and they are still everywhere. As a fellow student at PSU, I can barely find time to eat yet play a game where I scope out my prey for hours on campus. I find it difficult to be able to understand the point of playing the game. The student that we talked to looked exhausted and was reading a book of  a major that I definitely could never be a part of. And for what? A couple weeks to run around being more worried about dodging zombies who you have to defend yourself with socks? No thanks. I will continue to live my life as a normal college student, getting by, getting drunk, and amusing myself by others fake lives.

word.

zombies are real. ...for a month in state college.

David after dentist had the right idea by questioning real life. no David, this is not real life. Well, yesterday definitely was not. A real day cannot consist of walking home at 8 am as an executive hoe half run over by zombies with guns.

Sad true life: State college was blessed with the humorous group titled; Humans vs. Zombies.
*blessed based on fellow students get pure entertainment in watching fights occurring on campus of kids pelting sock balls and nerf bullets at each others faces.
After months of these things running around campus, all I wanted to know was what the fuck was going on? Since the day already started off as a fake day, I had no choice but to trap a zombie/human/whatever and force him to tell me how to play. Two of my roommates and I went on campus and came across their meeting grounds. (fake life, i know) Seriously there was a good 30 of them. We decided it was a better/funner idea to find a single zombie or human, find out how to play, then fuck up his game/ tell him where the rest were so that their game was ruined anyway. Thank god it started to torrential downpour and one was helplessly trapped outside the hub. We cornered him and demanded him tell us his secrets. (not true, but it sounds good)

even sadder fake life: We had found ourselves a zombie. He explained to us the rules of this zombie huschmanzatta ways.
1. for a month a group is collected to play 'humans vs. zombies'. The whole group starts off with green arm bands, but they throw in a twist, there is one zombie among them. For the first 38 hours the zombie has to eat as many humans as possible, and when the 38 hours are up, all the zombies have to wear an orange headband. (I like to think that this is so we can spot them from a distance and amuse ourselves with this pathetic entertainment.)
2. once a human becomes a zombie, they have 42 hours to capture a human or they die from starvation.
3.only humans can have guns.
4.this kid was way too excited while telling us this information. yet, he said that he quit and was going to die in the next 24 hours. so sad.
5. there are 180 students playing...

class time; to be cont.