Stop it...you are making me sick

I have been sick for a week now, finally I am getting over whatever the heck it is. Of course, who do I have to thank? Yes, let's see that would be you, you, you, and you. Unless of course you are like myself and don't believe in attempting to kill yourself for the purpose of writing a paper, taking a test, or going to work.

The South Dakota Department of Health has posters all over the campus, especially in the restrooms saying "If you are sick, stay home." I am in my senior year of studies and I have been sick once a semester. I understand, it happens we get sick, but take a day and lay on your couch. Your professor will surely understand, perhaps your boss will not. As far as the boss thing, screw them! No job is worth setting back the process recovery, especially in this economy when you are more than likely to get laid off anyways. If you are expendable then so are they and their needs when your needs come first.

I see people drag themselves to class coughing, sneezing, hacking, choking, throwing-up, and the list goes on ad infinitum. It is ridiculous, please stop you are making me and the rest of the world sick! So stay home!

Kiss me, I am ....

I should probably be off studying oceanography, but I decided why not ramble on for a little bit about the so called "Kiss me I'm Irish" syndrome. I haven't done the statistics on the population of Rapid City or for the rest of the United States; however, I still can't seem to figure out, why there are so many damn Irish people? If you are me or anything like me - you are confused. I realize Irish settlers were one of the first to immigrate to the United States, but are there really that many of you?

I guess it is logical to assume that over time the population grew, but exactly what percentage of Irish are you and is that relatively significant for you to celebrate a holiday such as St Patrick's Day. Most of us are muts these days, that is, unless your parents were both Irish and from what I have seen, as you Irish people drink (which Irish people do a lot of) you really don't give a flying fuck who you court.

So get over your bullshit. You are probably faux Irish anyways. You know what I mean, it's like those wood blinds, but not really wood. Oh yeah, and kiss me I am a MUT!

Who do you think you are?

I would like to know, who the hell people think they are? Over the past few months, I've noticed patterns in peoples behavior that are unusual and disturbing. For example, someone informed me the other day that "anything that is my idea probably needs help."

What the fuck is that? This is coming from a friend, at least I thought it was.

Sometime later I was mentioning a project that I was working on to obtain an injunction against anti-abortion groups that protest on street corners. I told them that while I was turning the corner I was forced to see a vile and despicable image one of the group members was holding up.

A so called friend said, "that's just stupid," and another one said "why do you have to look at them."

Okay. Well, it's like night and day with you people. I suppose only ideas that you create are good ones and nothing I do will ever amount to anything in your eyes. This is why I am considering getting rid of all of you that are negative or do not provide criticism that is the least bit constructive.

A lot of you call me dramatic. I call myself cultured and the victim of countless tragedies that have impacted my life. I hear many stories from you and not a single one has anything on my life.

You act like you know it all, but you don't. You are the resemblance of stupidity in it's utmost form. I sat back and took it for years never saying a thing and quite frankly I am sick of you judgmental assholes. I really look forward to your next judgmental comment, because it will get you tossed to the curb.

There will be no questions asked, no apologies in the future, and no tears. Do not think of planning a return into my life, as you will be sorely mistaken if you even attempt such an act.

Some of you have informed me that it is inappropriate for me to "not hang with you", or to "cut people out of my life based upon them being themselves" or whatever the hell that means. Fuck you and your bullshit. I have choices and I will make them. If I don't like your energy - poof be gone!

Another statement regarding that it was inappropriate for me to give ultimatums to friends. Ok, sure in a regular situation, but this situation is far from standard/regular. I am giving ultimatums starting today, if you offend me I will tell you. I will give you a time period in which to correct your stupidity and non-sense otherwise you are DONE.

The rules are very simple:

You will Listen to me
Don't judge me
Don't correct me in a manner that is inappropriate
Don't ask a trillion questions about a simple subject
Don't involve yourself in my business unless you are asked
Don't contradict me in front of others
Don't accuse me of shit
Act appropriately at dinner (depending on the place)


These are also "forbiddens" ignorance to this is tolerated so long as it is not blatant.

If you think you can out maneuver me here, try it. I dare you! I would really like to know
"Who do you think you are?"