Breaking Dawn.

Can anyone else wait for this book? I know I can't! Not at all. I've been trying to be patient, and I've been able to be more patient since I died, but I'm still 'dieing' of boredom waiting.

Well, I just wanted to know who was waiting with me.
Here are a few sites to find more stuff out about that book:
StephenieMeyer.com
Twilighter.org
Hisgoldeneyes.com
EW.com

Have fun,
Stay alive,
Cami.

My meme.

Okay, someone put this up on one of my favorite sites, and said it was for zombies, so here goes nothing!

1. How did you die?
Either from the pills or falling from a tree...
2. How long have you been gone?
a few weeks, can't remember dates well.
3. Death age/true age?
15/15. I would be 16 in October.
4. What do you miss most about being alive?
The people. Friends, family, everyone.
5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie?
No pain, and you don't have to be scared about being raped in the big cities...
6. How did your family react to you coming back?
Didn't like it, really. But they didn't kick me out.
7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie?
Walking around, or being in gym.
8. Visible signs of zombiism?
Can't move really well, and Speech is hard.
9. Goals/ambition?
To survive whatever comes, really.
10. "If I were alive today, I would..."
Be out having fun. Who knows, alot of my ex-friends are probably at camp, so I would most likely be there too.


Have fun,
Stay alive,
Cami.

Hey. Any one out there?

It seems so lonely here. Like, no one's paying attention.

It's all so blue..... Lol.. YEa.

Emailing me...

When people email me, it all goes to my junk folder. To let you all know, I don't open emails in my junk folder. So I'll need some way to tell that it's someone from here because otherwise, I'll have no clue.

So please, please, please put something about Blogspot or one of my blog things in the subject so I know to check it. Even if it just says "Hey Cami," or "I'm on Blogspot." Something. I don't want you to think I'm being rude and ignoring you.

Just needed to let you all know that. I know I've gotten a few from people here and I wanted to let you all know that.


Have fun,
Stay alive,
Cami.

Claire de Lune, Debussy.

Claude Debussy's Claire de Lune. One of my current favorites, seeing as I can't dance to any one the newer songs because of my slow, jerky reactions...

Hope you guys like it as much as I do.

Have fun
Stay alive,
Cami.

Zombie ♥'s Human, this is really wrong...

Recently, I've come to see that I may or may not have a crush on a very, very cute guy. That is okay, so far.

But, seeing as I'm "Differently Biotic" [What I will call DB or zombie] and he's "Traditionally Biotic" [I will call Trad or normal], this isn't going to work out so much. I mean, why would a Trad have any feelings at all for a zombie? It doesn't make sense. But he would be patient enough to listen to my halting speech, to walk by me in the halls... He's very patient, and is nice and wonderful and all that Jazz.

But he's a Trad, so it goes against every thing the world is worth for him to even be seen speaking to me.

Is there any hope at all for this world??

Zombies, Bird kids, Vampires, and every one else, Tell me your there.

I was just wondering, are there any other 'Differently Biotic' people out there? I'm curious, studies have shown that this is only in America, but people claim that their are some in Canada too now. Scince I'm just one person, and we hardly make the news at all, I would like you guys to let me know I'm not alone.

It's a strange thing, being Differently Biotic, a zombie, deadhead, wormburger, or whatever the names you use are. But it's only harder when you think your alone. I was thinking we should just call out and say 'hay there! I'm [your word here] too!' or whatever.

Or if your just different in some way. Like, say your a bird kid, or an eraser, or a vampire or something else that isn't coming to mind right now. Just call out and let the world know. Well, the world that reads this blog any way....

I miss things.

Lots of things. Like feeling the sun, sleeping, dancing to music. Every thing I ever took for granted, I miss. Even simple, fluid movements like walking, hard, now that my body is working against me.

Even family and friends. I wasn't what you would call, excepted, into my house when I came back. And my friends are faintly disgusted by me. Well, a lot of people are.

What would you miss, if you un-died? Family? friends? School? Moving? You tell me. I really have nothing better to do most of the time any way, now.


Have fun, stay alive.
Cami.

How it happened.

Just recently, in fact. I think it was... Twenty...Five[?] Hours ago now? Not sure, just around 7pm Central Time yesterday --How ever long ago it was, I died. I was dead, and now I'm not.

I don't know why or how I came back, so don't even bother asking. There are a million different reasons, and I'll tell you when I find out the real one.

But I bet your wondering how I died, right? Well, to tell you the truth... It was either the bottle of pills I took or the fall right after that that killed me. Yea, I know the pills was a dumb thing to do. But the fall wasn't really my fault.

I was in a tree, hiding. I was fed up with everyone so I grabbed a nearby bottle --which I thought was my soda-- and ran to a nearby tree. In a park a few blocks away. But I was up there, and I looked at the bottle and I almost had a fit because I grabbed pills, not my soda. So I decided "Why Not? Right?" Well, I took a few too many and I lost my grip on the tree.

Not good because on my way down, I hit my head on one of the branches and blacked out immediately. I woke up, a dull stinging on the back of my head, I was on the ground, people were every where. I tried to tell them that I was okay, and to get away. But they didn't. And I tried to move my hand to push them away, and all I could do was twitch my hand. 'Not good' just went to 'worse.'

Well, I've gained most of my control and I can now type! Not fast, and not well, but I can still type. But I can't really move much else, so I can't really talk or any thing.

Because of all this, I decided to start a new blog for the story of my undead life. Check it out. Oh, and there's another blog out there a lot like the same, but I don't think I should tell you. Not because I don't want you to know, but because I think Tommy wants to keep it a secret...

I Recently UnDied...

Huh?

Yea, well, I died. Simple to understand. About half hour later, I was... Well, you can't call it walking. More... Stumbling? Either way, I wasn't dead. Even though I died. Same here: Huh?

This has been happening all over my country, America. We don't know why, or how, or nothin'. Just that it happens only to teens... Well... Here goes nothing!