The weekend was great. I went and saw "Surviving Christmas" which wasn't very good but it put me in the holiday mood. I got my computer in my room working. I got a new hoodie. We half-decorated our Christmas tree and were almost killed while riding in my step-brother's new car. He has one of those sport-y cars with speakers that are almost to big to fit. Huge fun. I have my first final on Wednesday. Blah. I finally got my theory on why Science sucks together. Here it is: Science expects you to take a lot of things on faith. For example: Things that are negative repulse each other yet there are two electrons in the first shell of an atom. If they were really negative they would not share a shell (not that there is really a "shell" to begin with, electrons float in an "electron cloud"). Scientist tell people things and they automatically believe it. I don't whole-heartedly believe someone until I know them and even then it's iffy. It's preposterous. Don't believe everything you hear, People. You can go your whole life knowing something and then suddenly its not right. Another annoying thing about science is that while it expects you to take whatever it throws you as truth it disregards the paranormal by calling it a psuedoscience. Psuedoscience? Come on! At least regular people have witnessed, seen, heard, felt, touched, or been touched by it. How dare some pompous, self-indulgent, stuffed shirt brush off something he has no idea about. It's infuriating. Science, to me, represents The Man trying to force its ideologies down my throat until I'm complacent and docile. No, thanks.