Sunday, November 16, 2003

I must not kill my housemate...I must not kill my housemate....
...but I really am only a hop, skip and jump away from it.
I like to cook. I like to cook my own meals in the house kitchen as opposed to paying too much for so-so meals at the caf or the Bison. I can't do that when the kitchen looks like it's been hit by a nuclear bomb! I don't know Ali that well other than the fact that I know she's the only one in the house other than me who cooks regularly. I used to see the disaster kitchen and give her the benefit of the doubt, but since she barged in Friday night and shoved all of my ingrediants in to a heap at the back of the counter and put all her shit in the front, didn't clean up any of the things she was finished with, and took one of my pots off the burner so she could use it all in front of me, I've had it. If this happens one more time I will let her know just what happens when you piss of a hungry Irish girl trying to cook her potatos.
So what else? 'Fraid not much. There's been a reason for the lack of update and that would be the lack of anything happening. My Aunts and my mother came this weekend, and that was fun, but nothing too huge. Always nice to see family, though.
I'm back to having my sould owned by my PS2. I thought I had escaped it, but oh no, they had to move the release date for FFX-2 up a friggin' month. I had swore that I would not buy another video game until December, but here comes Square-Enix to make me in to a hypocrite. Also, the immenant release (OMFG 2 DAYS!!!!!!!!1....sorry....) of the game I've waited almost two years for has made me crave the original. Mind you, back in Senior Year this game ruled my existence. There was the time when I was playing X, and the time I wasn't playing X (also called school). I am falling right back in to it again. The symptoms I have shown thus far are: forgoing food for X, forgoing sleep for X, getting very sad when one of my favorite characters dies in battle, sheezing in leveling time during my half hour break between classes. And...and...I want to try to get to the end before X-2 comes out. I'm sure I could do it too...I clocked over 90 hours on my first game and poked the final boss and he died. This does not bode well for my sanity...
On a final note about this, fuck you GameSpy. At least have the guy who reviewed the original review the followup. Not the friggin' XboX editor...
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Music: Why Bother? ~ Weezer
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Monday, November 03, 2003

I just realized that I never got around to discussing Halloween! How silly of me.
Well for one thing it was Parents Weekend here, so that kept some people more in check than they would have been (wouldn't want to be hung over with your parents). But that doesn't mean that *no one* was so drunk that they fell over.
During the day I went to my classes and then hung around with the parents when we went out for dinner. Since they're pretty old they called it a night at 9:30. I went back to my house after that and just chilled for a bit. Eventually some of up went up to Matt's room to chat over some mixed drinks (Baileys and Kaluah. God bless that boy's bartending diploma...). I hadn't planned on going out to any parties, but people ended up convincing me to go to the party at Fiji at least for a little while. The thing was, I had to go in costume. I had the black stuff from my ninja costume, but that was going to be *waaaay* too hot in a crappy Frat basement filled with people. I improvised a pretty good "Goth" costume, though, but I ended up looking so much like Death that I just decided that I was dressed as her. I don't think anyone here is even as vaguely familiar with Sandman as I am, but I liked the costume nonetheless.
The frat party wasn't as much fun as the getting ready for it, but that was expected on my part. I still went and enjoyed the company of my friends, though.
On to Saturday. I took my parents up to Williamsport to show them (a) that there *is* a city nearby and (b) what Lycoming college, where Jason goes, looks like. Too bad we were there while the college was on Fall Break, so the town just looked creepy and dead. Oh well. Back down Route 15. On the way back we decided to visit Clyde Peeling's Reptiland, one of the premier attractions of Central Pennsylvania.
Just to be clear, Reptiland rocks. Clyde's been on Late Night wil Conan O'Brian a bunch of times and they have all sorts of cool animals. We saw the giant snakes that he brings on the shows, and bunch of pretty little poisonous frogs, sweet little turtles, nifty lizards, and (most importantly) Al the Aldabran Tortoise. He's my friend! I had been to Reptiland before on a Biogragraphy field trip, and we got to feed him and pet him and he's just the best tortoise ever! He likes humans because he used to be a pet. Unfortunately, the rich bastards that took him from Aldabra weren't careful and Al's heating lamp fell on him and burned away a big piece of his shell...jerks. But he's so cute! Like a scaley puppy the size of a MiniCooper! I <3 Al...
Ahem...anyway (now that I'm done getting giddy about a tortoise...) my parents really enjoyed Reptiland, but then we really had nothing to do until 8 when we saw a Tango group (dancers and musicians). All I'm gonna say on that was that it amazing and that Tango dancing looks so far out of my abilities that I'd probably be able to learn Japanese in less time than I'd be able to learn that.
Sunday was their last day here, and since the school had nothing planned, we went out and saw a movie (Runaway Jury. Excellent. Go see it. NOW. Mr Cusack demands it).
And since then I've been on my own. I cooked a real dinner tonight of (pre-)seasoned chicken and garlic potatos (I made *them* from scratch). What can I say? Just call me Iron Chef Bucknell.
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Things I want: Plum coloured nail-polish. I'm getting really good at doing my nails, and now I'm looking for more variety in colours (nails are currently bright friggin' red). The other thing I wanted today was a Golden Delicious Apple, but I got that, and have another in case the craving rises again.

~ Liz

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Saturday, November 01, 2003

Alright...so I was a little pissed when I wrote that last entry. But it...it's just something that I cannot condone.
A creationist science fair. Okay. That's fine. Your beliefs are yours and yours alone, so something like this I have no right to criticize you for. What I can criticize is this:

'2nd Place: "Women Were Designed For Homemaking"'
....Shoot the judges, shoot the parents, send the kid to a real school.....

First of all, fuck them. I don't think that my female "low center of gravity" means that I was designed to carry groceries and laundry baskets. Nor does my ability to give birth mean that that is all I should do with my life. And contrary to this sudent's findings I AM A HARD WORKER. I work my ass off in school and the reason that women are given lower wages is because PRICKS like that kid's future self think that women shouldn't be in that job and should be home making babies and cooking a nice hot meal for their man so they want to discourage them with lower wages. I hope that this boy someday looks back on this "science" fair and at least feels a bit embarrassed. From what I can tell, this kid (of 7th grade) has been homeschooled and from there I get the notion that this boys parents are perpetuating everything that is wrong with modern gender relationships. God...the bile in my throat is rising rising rising...

One exhibit that won honorable mention asked where rocks come from if they can't evolve....


THE FUCKING GROUND YOU MORONIC LITTLE TWIT!!! SUE YOUR PARENTS!! THEY'RE LYING TO YOU!!! If you can't figure out that the EARTH is made out of motherfucking STONE and that that's where ROCKS come from by the time you are of middle school age, you should see a fucking social worker.

.....Elementary School level first prize.....
"1st Place: "My Uncle Is A Man Named Steve (Not A Monkey)"
Cassidy Turnbull (grade 5) presented her uncle, Steve. She also showed photographs of monkeys and invited fairgoers to note the differences between her uncle and the monkeys. She tried to feed her uncle bananas, but he declined to eat them. Cassidy has conclusively shown that her uncle is no monkey." [emphasis added]
Monkeys in the wild do not eat bananas all the time. They eat what they find and bananas are not always available. Her uncle not liking bananas is NOT conclusive scientific evidence. By the same logic you could offer an ape a banana and he may refuse...does that make him a human. I know she's young but what the fuck...

In closing a quick trip to a 6th grade science class can show these kids that they did not really follow scientific procedure. Don't call it science when it's really an exercise in religion. Be honest about what you're belief is and, if you are a creationist, be happy with knowing what you believe. You don't need science if you believe in an infinitely powerful God. Stop putting Him in a tiny box and dictating what He is capable of. Be a creationist, but don't bring science in to it. All it does is discredit the belief system.

~Liz

P.S - All of the first place winners at the Creation Science Fair were females. Expect their would-be scientific minds to be crushed and their hopes for bettering humanity through research dashed in the coming years by restrictions on pursuit of higher learning and early marriage/motherhood.

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