Blog 29

Today I found out that there are several things I need to fix about my paper. These are not grammatical errors, nor are they idealistic errors. They are errors in the way my paper flows around my key scene. Apparently I need more connections to the key scene and Buffy, and less resources. I thought I had some great resources and amazing research that tied in to my thesis, but it was too thorough and in depth and strayed away from the “Buffy” correlation and more towards the Frankenstein factor. So, I am going to go back and change the entire structure of my paper (this is going to take a while L) and drop several resources. I am focusing on changing the structure of my paper, not one specific section. I first need to explain the parallel to Buffy and Frankenstein. Then I need to include a normal interpretation of Frankenstein and Mary Shelley’s idea of scientific scares. Next I need to explain how science has changed over time, as well as how it has changed us as a society. Then I must explain how the Buffy episode is different from the scenario in the novel Frankenstein. After that I must go on to show what the episode is telling us about modern day science as opposed to the old fears/accomplishments about science. Then I will lead in to my real world connections, such as stem cell research, test tube babies, organ donors, and etc. In the very end, I will explain why the episode was really important. I will explain that the Buffy the Vampire episode is depicting how modern day science has taken one step closer to the moral boundary, and that it just may go too far. In this episodes case, murder is what finally crosses the line.

blog 28

I honestly don’t think there’s anything wrong with teens between nineteen and twenty drinking at a controlled level. I understand from a parent’s point of view, as well as a recovering addict, or perhaps a professor. Alcohol does no good for the brain, I know that. I also know it impairs judgment and can cause death and liver complications. I also know that it is ok for a twenty one year old to drink and it is perfectly accepted socially. People between the ages of eighteen and twenty are under a tremendous amount of pressure, just like those over twenty one. Some deal with college, some with car/house bills, and some with children. Some are forced to deal with all of those things. Most will repress and repress, dumping all of their worries and problems into an imaginary bucket. Eventually that bucket will get full, and it will have to spill over all of the pent up chaos. Just when all of that anxiety starts to build up to its final boiling point, a little bit of alcohol on a Saturday evening can ease the tension and put that mind to rest for another night. Your mind is racing all day, full of the tedious acts of our daily lives. So why can’t we get a little stupid every once in a while? I don’t mean drink in excess; I’m not encouraging that at all. But in controlled quantities, alcohol can put a troubled person at peace for a while. They can finally have a chance to rest. Europeans introduce children to alcohol (particularly wine) at a very young age. They also have less drunken driving accidents and less deaths caused by alcohol. They know how to control alcohol abuse and use it accordingly.

blog 27

I’ve been thinking about switching my major. Pharmacy isn’t looking all that amazing anymore considering the heaping amount of stress it’s putting on my body, future, and decisions. I think a more biological science would fit my interests a tad bit better. I seem to like biology and anatomy loads better than any type of chemistry. I really don’t know what I would major in though. Anyone have any ideas? My goal is to have a decent job that pays somewhere around sixty or seventy thousand dollars a year minimum so that I can afford a house and start a family. I know, typical suburban dream, right? Well if I have a job I like and a house I’m comfortable in and a family to share my love with what else do I really need? My mom (who is divorced…) believes I should be some self-fulfilling vixen who follows her own dreams and does the opposite of what is expected. That’s not me, that’s not what I want. Soooooo If anyone has any goals or major ideas that are along the lines of what I just described they should definitely hit me up J. I’m at Wendy’s right now using its public Wifi because my mom’s internet is temporarily down. Pretty classy, I know. This old couple is staring at me….technically I’m loitering because I’m definitely not eating. I walked here and it’s raining so I’m going to attempt to jog home now without getting soaked. Peace blog.

blog 26

Ok, maybe it’s just me, but Scooby Snacks seem a lot like a parallel to drugs...Scooby Doo doesn’t want to do certain things (especially life endangering things) almost every episode. Then those damned kids peer pressure him, and when he still refuses, they tempt him with Scooby Snacks. “Scooby, will you go look for a monster in that dark and dangerous tunnel?” says stupid hippy kid #1. “ROW RAY!” replies Scooby. “Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” says stupid hippy kid #2. “UH HUH UH HUH!” replies Scooby. It makes me think of our current heroin and crack problem. “Will you shoot this kid for me?” or “Will you have sex with me?”….The reply is no. Then the proposition, “Will you do it for this heroin? Or maybe this crack?” And then you get, “I SURE WILL!” I mean the cartoon is based in the hippy era, is anyone else seeing the relevance? I don’t know, maybe I’m just weird, but it made me laugh. Scooby is a heroin addict puppy who is used by snoopy dirty hippies (awwwwww L). I just ruined that cartoon. Sorry. So now I’ve changed the channel to another mindless show, known as The Jersey Shore. I’m watching three orange women argue over an anonymous note about a cheating Guido. I’m confused; do they die and wither away if they accidentally get pale? What a tragedy to the world that would be. I was born in Pennsylvania and lived in New Jersey and also frequently visit there. It’s not at all like that and I don’t think these people (who are mostly from New York in the first place) are helping the Jersey status. Oh well that’s TV for you.

blog 25

My cat was sitting outside and some stray dog just tried to eat it. Not ok. I chased it away and am currently cuddling my traumatized kitty. Last night (actually 3am this morning) I woke up to my giant black Labrador, Buddy, snarling and barking. Assuming someone was trying to break in, I leapt out of bed and sprinted down the stairs. To my surprise, Buddy was holding a squealing and angry raccoon in his jaws and growling. I told him to drop it and it scurried out the cat door. Weird story, huh? You see, my cat door is in the garage door, and the lock on it is broken. Ordinarily my mother leaves the outside garage door cracked so that the cat can go in and out when she pleases. However on that particular night she forgot to shut the outside door, so some hungry little raccoon decided to pay us a visit and Buddy didn’t quite agree with its dinner reservations in our trashcan. After that I checked Bud for scratches or bites, and didn’t find anything. I don’t think that raccoon will be coming back any time soon. So I went back to sleep after that and the next morning everyone else in the house was oblivious as to what had happened or that there was even noise (thank God it wasn’t really a robber). Now I’m watching Worlds Dumbest Criminals on True TV. My IQ feels like it’s getting slightly lower by the second, but oh well, it’s the weekend.

blog 24

Today my long lost best friend Kaley came over! We met up in the morning and decided to have a fun filled day until she had to work at two (lame). So we went to the Polaris mall since its right by my house and shopped for a while. We got some pretty good deals and then we went to Starbucks and got pumpkin spice lattes! Then Kaley had to go to work and left me all alone. So I drove over to my friend Drew’s house and played Call of Duty with him and his little brother. The game is surprisingly realistic, especially how it reenacts the events that followed September 11^th, right down to the very second the planes hit the towers. It includes the points of view of the “Arabs” and the soldiers already posted in Iraq before the terrorist attacks. As soon as news of the attack reaches the country/soldiers, all hell breaks loose. Needless to say, it’s an intense game. After that Drew had to go to work also (lame), at the Polaris Dairy Queen (even lamer), which I also happen to work at. Then I went home and hung out with my mom and watched “Furry Vengeance”. I do not recommend it, it wasn’t the best. Then I waited for Drew and Drey to get off of work and come hang out with me because they’re my best friends. After that we went over to my friend Abby’s house warming party and had a very nice time….ha-ha.

blog 23

Today I went to the Union with my friend Drey. We were hungry and we had to do homework so we were kind of in a rush when some guy stepped directly in front of us and said, “Would you like to donate some blood?!” Now I hate needles, so I’m obviously a NO. However, Drey wanted to help out. To my surprise, Drey said, “Oh I would, but I’m gay.” The Red Cross guy shrugged and said OK sorry and walked away. I wasn’t shocked by the gay part, but by the part where gays can’t donate blood. He told me it’s because gays are presumed to be more likely to have AID’s. I guess I could understand that statistically, but I don’t really get why ALL gays can’t donate….What if they’ve been tested for AID’s already? That’s one less blood donor and one more person struggling to find a match. Anyway, after we ate and did a little homework, we strolled through the oval and then into the library. As we sat down to start more homework, I observed at least five passed out college students slumped in chairs around us. Not resting, not slightly tired, not reading, no, they were passed OUT. I was wondering why they didn’t sleep in their dorms or at home. I commute and I don’t sleep until I get back to my house. Other kids live on campus, and have dorms within walking distance. Needless to say I was slightly perplexed. Drey and I couldn’t stop giggling when one twitched.