Zee

zee @ 2004-02-19T23:15:00

2004-02-20T07:33:35Z

Okay, I just have to share this with you guys. Recently, I signed up on a Naruto forum thinking it'd be great fun, and like a complete fool, I went straight to the debate forums. Debate forums are usually teeming with wank-to-be, but by the looks of it, there was less flaming on these boards than most debate forums I've been to. Pleased, I decided to give it a try. One problem- it's bad enough to argue with people who know what they're talking about, but it's a thousand times worse to argue with a retard with flawed logic who won't listen to fact when it's presented to them. Frankly, I try to be open-minded to the opinions of others and can usually understand where other people are coming from, so when I say someone's a retard, it's bad. The intelligence level of the people on this forum is near null.

However, I'm delighted to find that it's worth a really good laugh! From a debate about Evolution vs. Creationism (yes, I know, run now), here is the most classic response I've ever gotten, and I've been laughing about it all day!. (For reference, I am Saucyninja):

Me (in response to another post): "Dust is not made up purely of skin cells, they're only a part of it. Otherwise, how do you explain the presence of dust in places that no one has been for long periods of time?

There are always new stars being formed, and rocks being ground down into new grains of sand. These are not things that have a constant number to be counted and compared."

GaaraoftheSand (AKA:DUMBASS): "...they're called dust mites... and last time i checked rocks aren't made out of sand therefore if you grind one down it donesn't become sand..."

*SNERK* Dictionary definition of sand: "A loose granular material that results from the disintegration of rocks." I posted that and more, to which his response was "whatever...as i said i'm not gonna get into the debate."

*Rolls around* Oh my god, I'm NEVER going to forget this one...! Rocks aren't made out of sand...XDXDXD

Becky = BITCH, DIE.

2004-02-01T10:52:19Z

I am so fucking sick of this. No matter what I do in the kitchen, there's always something wrong with it. I use the wrong implement, or I wash the dishes wrong, or I need to use fucking COMET to clean anything I used meat on because other people in this house are pretentious fucking vegans who think they're going to catch disease and DIE should the last remnants of my meat cooties be anywhere on their (excuse me, MY) cookware. I don't know about the people reading this, but I'd rather eat meat juice than Comet. Oh, and meat juice soaks into the wooden cutting board, use the plastic one. THANKS. Why don't you just cook FOR me from now on if you're going to be so fucking picky about it?! It's my fucking kitchen too, in case you've forgotten.

When food goes bad in this house, I get blamed for it. When food disappears, I get blamed for it. When there are dirty dishes in the sink, or dishes left in the drainer, I get blamed for it. And Becky could not possibly be any more condescending or self-righteous about it than she already is. The best of it? Every now and then she'll go off on how she sometimes forgets that's she's so much more MATURE than the rest of us because she's all of two years older. Right. Mature, my ass. I may not be the super-freak of cleanliness, but at least I'm not an ASS who very thinly veils the fact that she thinks everyone else is wrong about everything and then praises her own open-mindedness.

You're an extremist liberal, Becky. I hate to break it to you, but you're just as bad as the fucking conservatives on the other end of the scale, and one day, you'll realize it. Thirty years from now, you're going to be sitting there with the rest of the ex-hippies who were thrown back into reality with the onset of jobs, kids, and actually having to take responsibility for things, and you're going to be eating dairy (because you can't afford fucking SOY when you're paying bills) and supporting a war or a republican bill (because you finally accepted the fact that nothing is ever solved through protests with bad slogans) and asking yourself "What was I thinking?" And I'll reply, "Fuck if I know, but I was never so fucking stupid, you idealistic fool."

On top of that, she's a complete hypocrite. The Comet thing? Becky's request. Becky, who likes to talk about how nasty chemicals are and how we should use all-natural products. *headdesk* >_< KILL ME NOW.

And back on topic, I'm no longer cooking in this house. My cookware and knives are going bye-bye, thank you very fucking much.

PS: In a more general complaint, I really wish people would stop throwing around catch phrases like "solidarity" on this campus and attempting to infect everyone with "white guilt." STFU. I hate the liberalness of this school. Does no one understand the concepts of balance and moderation? The world is not black and white, in case you all haven't noticed by now.

PPS: I wonder how many times I used the word "fuck" or a variation thereof in this post. ^^;

PPPS: I feel kind of bad that all I really do here is bitch. Maybe I'll post other things here as well from now on.

Food wank

2004-01-21T07:25:04Z

I'm so sick of the kitchen wank that goes on in this house. Why? Every last bloody bit of it is somehow directed at me.

For those of you who don't know (which is probably many of you), I'm currently living in a college dorm with 5 other girls, one of whom is named Becky. Becky and I seem to have naturally clashing personalities, which is never a good thing when you need to live together. I have done my best to avoid any clashes with her by keeping my personal opinions to myself and trying to be as polite as possible. She, however, seems to hold none of the same respect for me, especially when it comes to that goddamn kitchen.

Take today, for example. I'm laying in bed, ignoring any knocks on my door because I'm tired and trying to sleep, when Becky comes up and knocks, saying something about milk. My ears perk up much like a cat's, because when you mix food and Becky, it can only spell trouble. Sure enough, as she decides I'm not there and starts writing on the white board on my door, I hear her start ranting to Megan (another roomie) about how I drank almost half of her milk.

Pause. Rewind. Listen in slow motion.

I drank almost half of her milk. Not, "I think she might have taken some of my milk by accident," or "I need to ask her if she drank any of my milk, she might have thought it was hers." No. Nothing that gives me the benefit of the doubt, or even gives me a chance to defend myself, just, "She drank almost half of my milk." She goes on to say how we drink the same brand of milk, and she just knew she should have written her name on the carton, because she just knew that I would think it was mine.

Watch. Zee. Twitch.

She finishes writing and leaves, still ranting a little while Megan listens politely, and I roll over to finish my nap.

Fifteen minutes later, I get up and walk into the living room to get a glass of water, and say hi to everyone while Becky is there watching TV. I stand in the kitchen and finish my glass, giving Becky every chance to say something. She doesn't. So I finish my glass, and walk back to my room, and read what's on my board.

"Kelly, you drank a LOT of my milk. Just thought you'd like to know. -Becky"

I turn, head back for the living room and say "Becky, I didn't drink any of your milk." She asks me if I'm sure, explains how almost half her carton is gone, and someone told her that I had brought some milk downstairs to Mel's apartment. In turn, I explain how the milk I brought to Mel's was mine, and we finished it making waffles, and I haven't had any since. She accepts this, we agree to start putting our names on our cartons so there's no future confusion, and I leave to erase my white board.

Now, all of this would be minor and not worth ranting about if it didn't happen all the time. Whenever there's food missing, or rotting, or dishes left on the counter, they're mine, and Becky's the one who always feels the need to confront me about it in the worst possible way. I admit I'm no neat freak, and I tend to let dishes pile up longer than my other roomies. However, my other roomies seem to be able to say "Kelly, can you do your dishes, we need the sink for X," a hell of a lot more politely than Becky. There's always something a bit condescending about Becky.

One particular instance from last month comes to mind. I walk in the front door after a long day of class, to be immediately confronted by Becky and another roomie, Hillary. The first thing out of Becky's mouth is, "Hey Kelly, can you throw away your orange, it's starting to rot." Now, as I do not generally eat oranges and certainly don't buy them, this all seemed rather odd to me. I explained that it wasn't mine, and both she and Hillary seemed a bit stunned, as if it had to be mine and I was lying. It turns out that they had given everyone else in the house the courtesy of asking if it was theirs, and everyone had answered no. By process of elimination, it must have been mine. Never mind the fact that any other roommate could have been lying, or that they really did owe me the same goddamn courtesy to ask me if it was mine before immediately accusing me of leaving rotting oranges on the counter. They disregarded this, and with a tone that suggested that they really didn't believe me, they asked if I could just throw it out anyway. As much as it obviously irked me, I pick my battles, and an orange was too stupid to start a confrontation over, so I chucked it in the trash. They were apparently too inept to do so themselves.

Thinking it's all over with, I head toward my room only to have Becky use her next breath to say that my garlic was going bad too. I informed her that I only had one bulb of garlic that I had gotten at the co-op two weeks ago, and that it couldn't possibly be going bad. Garlic doesn't go bad for a very long time, as any mediocre cook should know. She then snapped at me, saying that there was probably something wrong with it because it was starting to smell (garlic? smell? what a novel concept), and that she specifically remembered me buying more than one bulb of garlic.

STABINEYEKILLKILLBITCHDIE.

I seriously had to stop myself from smacking her. My garlic wasn't bad, and I had ONE bulb, thankyouveryfuckingmuch, because even my receipt says so. Her oh-so-specific memory is specifically faulty, it seems.

Anyway, that's my rant. I just have to console myself with the fact that I only have one more semester left living with her, and then I'll be able to get an apartment with Dru, a girl who I believe is quite possibly my long lost twin.

A meme, oh my!

2004-01-02T20:39:28Z

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zee @ 2004-01-01T22:19:00

2004-01-02T06:19:57Z

Testing again...icon not showing up. >_>

Hmmm...

2004-01-02T06:18:42Z

Testing, testing, 1,2,3...

Hello and Welcome

2003-12-31T17:22:04Z

I have far too many journal accounts as it is, so I figure, I might as well get another one. Hopefully I'll use this one fairly frequently, though. :3 Anyway, I'll be tweaking around with the layout, now. Watch this space.