Spoiler Alert!

If you follow The Walking Dead and haven't seen the season finale, don't read this blog. On the other hand, I guess if you consider yourself a fan and haven't watched it yet, you're not truly committed, so knock yourself out.

I probably would have accomplished so much more over the weekend if I had been as committed to these final 5 assignments from school as I was to getting 10,000 hits on my blog. Or if I hadn't caved last night and gone over to watch the last episode of my show with Jay and Hilda. I was lured away from my laptop and sweatpants by those two very bad influences texting me from Jay's place and enticing me with pizza, burnt popcorn and bad Pinot Grigio. (Just kidding guys, I love you. And homework sucks. I made the right choice.)

The first thing I have to say, is come season finale time on TWD, you know someone is gonna die. Or a lot of people (which was the case last night). If I were Andrea, I probably would have blown my brains out too instead of becoming a zombie (I said Spoiler Alert!).

Keep reading: I will get to the point where this relates to real life. When I was at the point where I wanted to do that, it was because I felt like a zombie in real life. It had been too many (nope not days, not weeks, not months) years where I got out of bed in the morning, went to work, tried to make new friends, went to bed at night and didn't feel anything at all.

Life can be a lot like this show. (Sidepoint: have you noticed that it's really just "Lost" reincarnated with zombies? I guess that's why that show was a big deal too.) There are some people, like Adam (and me in a past life) who meet their friends in school, the girl they are going to marry in high school, and everything just stays the same. You all stay together forever and live happily ever after. But for so many others, you move somewhere new, you decide to make a big life change, you get kicked out of a cult. And suddenly everything is different. And scary. And new. So, like in the show, you walk alone for awhile just trying to survive, until you meet up with a group, some of them you like, some you don't. You trust some of them, some not so much. People may come and go, switch sides. But slowly, slowly you make your way back to being human.

And that is how TV is exactly like real life. Except the zombie apocalypse hasn't hit yet. (But it will.) Next time I will be reviewing why we all secretly love Dexter. That will be some weird shit.