Can you lick the science? An abbreviated list.

Genetics: Do not. Unless cheek swabs?

Chemistry: NO!!!!! DO NOT!!!!!!

Archaeology: Perhaps. But might be human bone.

Geology: Sometimes needed, sometimes dangerous 

Psychology: Best not.

Physics: ????????? How??????

Zoology: In zoology, science licks you. 

OH, BABY IT'S COOOLLLLD OUTSIIIDEEEEE. (Christmas Wishlist II)

Books: 1. Allegiant - Veronica Roth 2. First two books of Harry Potter (because I want to start the collection) 3. The First Chronicles of the Amber Series 4. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell Beauty/Accessories: (because why the heck not) 1. Eyelash curler 2. The face brush set from Walmart 3. Earrings (please try to get some that aren't from claires ... unless you want me to have allergic reactions, lol) 4. Necklace chains (something really simple) Music: 1, Still looking for the Klaine compilation, lol. (refer to old Christmas list) 2. Any of the three Christmas albums from Glee 3. Cher Lloyd's most recent album (Sorry I'm Late) 4. Any pentatonix album Other: 1. Socks (knee high!!!) 2. Black Skirt (work/school appropriate) 3. Christmas lights 4. Orange Pekoe tea (tetley or red rose) 5. (kitten) Mittens 6. A cute travel mug 7. The black pens I use from Dollarama

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your kisses remind me of a warm summer day; it suffocates me, much to my dismay.

Bloodsuckers Blocking

I liked the way Natasha takes off her shades during her solo. It symbolized her finally "seeing" the right way because she could not see through the darkness that her "master" put upon her. I like the way that she took off her glasses when she was singing about her love for him because not only does it symbolize her seeing the truth about Vlad, but she is also showing her self to the world, emphasizing her vulnerability towards Vlad. She is willing to "expose" herself to show to Vlad that she truly loves him. I think she could have emphasized these two states more by taking the shades off slower and extending her arm out more, but otherwise it was brilliant!

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The singing in my head resonates and make me want to implode.

Rape culture is when I was six, and my brother punched my two front teeth out. Instead of reprimanding him, my mother said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?” When my only defense was my mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him. Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.” As if it was my sole purpose, the reason six-year-old me existed, was to not rile up my brother. It’s starts when we’re six, and ends when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to not “rile him up.” Right, mom? Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation, my father says that women who get raped are asking for it. He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City, with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.” When I used to be my father’s hero but will he think I was asking for it? (will he think) Will he think I deserved it? Will he hold me accountable or will he hold me, even though the touch of a man - especially my father’s - burns as if I were holding the sun in the palm of my hand. Rape culture is you were so ashamed, you thought it would be easier for your parents to find you dead, than to say, “Hey mom and dad,” It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for it. I never asked for this attention, I never asked to be a target, to be weak because I was born with two X chromosomes, to walk in fear, to always look behind me, in front of me, next to me, I never asked to be the prey. I never wanted to spend my life being something someone feasts upon, a meal for the eternally starved. I do not want to hear about the way I taste anymore. I will not let you eat me alive. Rape culture is I shouldn’t defend my friend when an overaggressive frat boy has his hand on her ass, because standing up for her body “makes me a target.” Women are afraid to speak up, because they fear their own lives - but I’d rather take the hit than live in a culture of silence. I am told that I will always be the victim, pre-determined by the DNA in my weaker, softer body. I have birthing hips, not a fighter’s stance. I am genetically pre-dispositioned to lose every time. Rape culture is he was probably abused as a child. When he even has some form of a justification and all I have are the things that provoked him, and the scars from his touch are woven of the darkest and toughest strings, underneath the layer of my skin. Rape culture leaves me finding pieces of him left inside of me. A bone of his elbow. The cap of his knee. There is something so daunting in the way that I know it will take me years to methodically extract him from my body. And that twinge I will get sometimes in my arm fifteen years later? Proof of the past. Like a tattoo I didn’t ask for. Somehow I am permanently inked. Rape culture is you can’t wear that outfit anymore without feeling dirty, without feeling like you somehow earned it. You will feel like you are walking on knives, every time you wear the shoes you smashed his nose in with. Imaginary blood on the bottom of your heels, thinking, maybe this will heal me. Those shoes are your freedom, But the remains of a life long fight. You will always carry your heart, your passion, your absolute will to live, but also the shame and the guilt and the pain. I saved myself but I still feel like I’m walking on knives. Rape culture is “Stefanie, you weren’t really raped, you were one of the lucky ones.” Because my body wasn’t penetrated by a penis, but fingers instead, that I should feel lucky. I should get on my hands and knees and say, thank you. Thank you for being so kind. Rape culture is “things could have been worse.” “It’s been a month, Stefanie. Get out of bed.” “You’ll have to get over this eventually.” “Don’t let it ruin your life.” Rape culture is he told you that after he touched you, no one would ever want you again. And you believed him. Rape culture is telling your daughters not to get raped, instead of teaching your sons how to treat all women. That sex is not a right. You are not entitled to this. The worst possible thing you can call a woman is a slut, a whore, a bitch. The worst possible thing you can call a man is a bitch, a pussy, a girl. The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate rejection, the ultimate dismissal of strength and power, the absolute insult. When I have a daughter, I will tell her that she is not an insult. When I have a daughter, she will know how to fight. I will look at her like the sun when she comes home with anger in her fists. Because we are human beings and we do not always have to take what we are given. They all tell her not to fight fire with fire, but that is only because they are afraid of her flames. I will teach her the value of the word “no” so that when she hears it, she will not question it. My daughter, Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love you have for yourself and the lengths you go to preserve it. My daughter, I am alive because of the fierce love I have for myself, and because my father taught me to protect that. He taught me that sometimes, I have to do my own bit of saving, pick myself off the ground and wipe the dirt off my face, because at the end of the day, there is only me. I am alive because my mother taught me to love myself. She taught me that I am an enigma - a mystery, a paradox, an unfinished masterpiece and I must love myself enough to see how I turn out. I am alive because even beaten, voiceless, and back against the wall, I knew there was an ounce of me worth fighting for. And for that, I thank my parents. Instead of teaching my daughter to cover herself up, I will show her how to be exposed. Because no is not “convince me”. No is not “I want it”. You call me, “Little lady, pretty girl, beautiful woman.” But I am not any of these things for you. I am exploding light, my daughter will be exploding light, and you, better cover your eyes.

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Rape Culture (Cover Your Eyes)

My perfect man?

The Bachelor: First Impressions

I have no idea what happened to Amy afterwards, but was the very first out of the limo. To be in her situation, being the first of many, she HAD to make a really good first impression. To me, she kind of didn't. She was too eager. The interaction was not sincere at all. To me, I think that the way that she spoke to Jaun was really up beat, but there was that feeling of awkwardness. She tried making a lasting first impression, but it didn't work out. I don't know if she stayed, but if she did, I guess I'm wrong. (idk)

Walking In A Winter Wonderland (With Animated People)

The movie “Frozen” is about a young girl who has to deal with her magical powers that allows her to freeze things with her touch.  Elsa, the protagonist, transitions what she shows with her id, ego, and superego. The movie begins with her ego more prominent than the other. She allows her sister to play with her and comes into contact with other people, even though her powers are growing inside of her. She shifts into her superego, closing off everyone, including her entire family, when she accidentally hits her sister with her power – almost killing her younger sister. Her parents decide that it will be best if Elsa stays away from Ana, her younger sister, so her secret will only be known by her parents and herself. She chooses to hide away from everyone, letting her fear of her power taking over take over her, believing that hiding from everyone is the right thing to do. Due to unfortunate circumstances, Ana’s and Elsa’s parents die and they must now live without the guidance of their parents. Three years after their parents’ death, Elsa comes of age and becomes the queen of their land – this leads to the last transition, unleashing her id. Ana and Elsa get into an argument, where Elsa lets her power run free. In denial and out of fear, Elsa runs away, to which she lets her power go and lives the way she was always meant to be: free from fear that she will harm. She does whatever she wants by unleashing her power. During the last half of the movie, she has an inner conflict, unsure of what she should do: let her id be free or control it, restoring order by allowing her ego and superego come back. She realizes that she can still have what she wants, while ruling her kingdom without her people fearing her. She learns that she needs to love in order to control her power. This movie conveys that people cannot completely live in their ids because there will be consequences. People need a balance between their id, ego, and superego, so they can live happily. 

when you see it…

Christmas Who?!

Christmas Wishlist!

*most to least, but I'm cool with any* 1.a cute date with boothang that includes ice skating and hot chocolate 2. A compilation of ALL the KLAINE songs in one CD. Yes, I want all the songs that was ever sang for Klaine (duets, solos to one another, group songs for klaine. GIVE ME ALL THE KLAINE. The good, the bad, and yes, even the ugly). fyi, this will cost SOME time to find all of the songs, but it's cheap money wise!! 3. The first (or maybe even the second one too) of the Divergent series by Veronica Roth. 4. Scarfs and lots of them! (or maybe one) 5. really cute mittens that I will use every single day other than summer (make them have kittens!!!). 6. Your love and probably some loose leaf (filled with your love - this goes out to you, Kimber, ACCEPT MY LOVE) *Adding to this an iPod charger. I am in need of one. ):

WOO! So, I chose Rachel Potter's audition for the x-factor.  I was attracted to the song that she chose, but I wasn't aware that she made it into a country version! A country version of SOMEBODY TO LOVE (ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS!!) And holy crap did she do the song justice! Personally, I am not a huge fan of country music, but the way she sang her version, is wasn't the stereotypical "country" song you would think of. However, the downside of that is even though she makes it "country", it's still fairly similar to the original version.  Either way, I SIMPLY loved it. Her vocals and the control she has over them is astounding. To have that kind of power in her voice, just, wow. Anyway, I don't really know what to say about her performance other than she was amazing! Here is the original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pMM4iwC-ag

I keep forgetting to save my stuff. The punishment I get? My laptop shuts down and I lose everything. Thank you, Word, for being so reliable and auto saving for me.