I roll over in the morning to see your bare skin illuminated by the soft morning light streaming in through my jostled blinds. Drowsiness is weighing down my eyelids and head, but I pause briefly, holding my breath just to look at you. Miles of bare pale skin, and somehow instinctively, I feel as though it is my skin: mine to hold, mine to kiss, mine to lay with gently as your back rises and falls from your snores. Now that I think about it, you are farther from being mine than ever. We are miles away from each other. But then, lying in bed, your eyes opened, your head turned, and you smiled at me in a way that made me feel like the world was perfect again. I want to rewind.
“A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics.”—Sam Harris, on stem cell research (via loveyourchaos)
Was so much fun. My dinner was good, had fun with Momma and Cam and just lots of laughs. Got another certificate that I won’t do anything with. I have so many. Thennn I went to Akron to get Amy & we met Cassie and Molly at Thursday’s with some of there friends. Got hit on by some guy who seemed nice enough but creeped on Ame & I alllll night. Weirdo. Seriously like fucking followed us to the dance floor with all our friends (there was like 6 of us at least) and danced near enough to be creepy, then followed us off the floor. Followed us to the bathroom, near where we were all talking, back to the floor. Fucking creepy. We lost him and his friend for a bit thank god.& Jessey & Tina showed up which was a pleasant surprise :] and so we danced a lot and I ruined my thigh high socks cause my heels were killing and I took them off to dance & got ‘em all dirty. Oh well :/ they were cheap anyway. Ryan might not be happy though, he likes them a lot, haha.
But anyway I’m tireddd and sore and tired. My 9:10 class is cancelled though, cause my teacher had vertigo. Hahahah random right? But whatever, I’m sleeepinggggg innnnn <3
& also we might have a snow day tomorrow anyway. HELL YEAH. KEEP COMING SNOWWW!
With my momma. Ryan’s sick sick sick so momma’s coming with mee. & oh yeah, Sigma Zeta is a science organization at my school. If you’ve got above a 3.0 gpa and have completed 15 hours in your major you’re invited and tonight is the induction dinner.
Momma & I are lookin’ sexyy though, so look out science nerds.