A World of Gimmicks: #SURVIVALSKILLS Part Two

So, for the impending apocalypse (after all, it is almost that time, 2012 baby!!), I think it will be important for me to be in good physical shape.

Here's a link to a list of important survival skills

However, I really haven’t been doing too well on this topic. I do live on the side of a mountain, so if anything, I feel like that helps.

I don’t use stairs and instead climb the mountain all the while shouting “SURVIVAL SKILLS.”

….At least I’m trying.

…Also I’ve been refusing to go to the gym with my friends. I value sleep over exercise 100% of the time

60% of the time it works, every time

I’d like to think that I’m actually in O.K. shape. I could certainly outrun a zombie. (As for fast zombies…I’m not so sure).

So after physical skills, it would be necessary to arm myself not only for food purposes, but for defense against predators, and zombies. And just in case I had to kill someone who was infected by zombie juice.

Everytime I watch a zombie movie/ read a book/ whatnot, I always have strong dreams about the subject. This is really the only reason I have a Zombie plan in place. Survival in that case is only to not become a zombie…

Like that really sad part in “I Am Legend” where *SPOILER ALERT* he had to kill his dog…his only friend.

I mean, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and deal with it.

On another note, I’ve been on a kick where I scare people. This is related because sometimes I have to use my survival skills to pull it off and run away if they’re angry.

This action is very rewarding however. All it really takes is thinking a few steps ahead and being able to possibly hide behind something and then jump out.

STEP ONE:

STEP TWO:

CAUTION: Watch out for people who have cat like defenses. One time, I tried to scare my brother while he was in his room reading. This sad part was that he was facing me, so basically he should have seen me, but he was so absorbed in his reading. So I tiptoed into his room sat on the edge of him bed, quietly, and said "BOO". Then he horse-kicked me in the nose.

It hurt for a week after that.

Furthermore: