You're supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things.

lyric from "Bill Lee" by Frank Zappa

Yeah, so I haven't updated in a while. Kiss my ass.

Hmmmm, let's see where we can go with this blog entry. Keep your hands inside the tram at all times.

I haven't heard anything regarding my car yet. I'm wondering if the other party is giving the insurance company the runaround. Oh well, it's not like me or my parents will be losing any money.

So work has been quite interesting lately, what with all the hoosiers running to and fro. It's great having lots of ghetto fabulous patients. Fought with the good doctor regarding the internet today. THat guy doesn't have a lot of good people on his side telling him correct information. He needs to learn a few things from my computer guys, they'll set his butt straight.

I have decided that I don't like the new bank I selected and will be returning to Anheuser-Busch Credit Union once my next check comes in. I already ordered checks and paid for them at ABECU, so I should be able to pay all my bills on time next week. Rent was already paid with a commerce check, so I can't wait to get out of that bank. I just don't like it.

I got rid of my digital cable. I don't really miss it, save for a couple shows that I was into on Showtime, but Jason said he'd burn all the episodes for me.

I wasn't feeling good last week, but now I'm feeling much better. I'd like to extend a get well to yoda. I think he has the flu or some 24-hour flu.

Speaking of sickness, I'm so fucking tired of hearing about the avian flu. Two kids from the same family in Turkey died last week. Do you know why they got the bird flu and died? Because their family raised chickens. To kill a chicken, you have to cut its head off with a really sharp knife, like a machete or a meat cleaver. I guess you could use a chainsaw. Anyway, back to the story. What did the kids do after their family killed the chickens? Well, they played catch with the chicken heads. Something tells me sanitation isn't all up to snuff in Turkey and they don't seem civilized enough to have the 10 o'clock news to talk about the other 8 people who have died of bird flu in their country, so granted, they probably have no idea. But that's my definition of fun right there, playing catch with a chicken head. Shit, go pick up a rock and play catch with that. Go play find the stick. Go throw dirt clods at each other. No, just play with bloody, diseased chicken heads, get bird flu, don't wash your hands before doing whatever, and die. I hope Americans are much smarter, but with some people, I doubt it. I'm sorry to sound insensitive, but I wish that stupidity was more painful than it is. Maybe then more people would think before doing something that retarded.

I think I finally have my head wrapped around something else. For those of you who are unaware, one of my former classmates from grad school was charged with 19 counts of statutory sodomy on her students. Now, she wasn't a friend like I had her cell phone number or anything like that, but me, her, and two others always sat at the same table or near each other in class. She was sort of like a mentor to me. I about crashed my car when I heard on the radio that she did this. That and my stomach tied itself in a knot and I almost barfed all over the steering wheel. I just got that sinking feeling, once I heard her name. You know what fucks me up more? They were MIDDLE SCHOOL SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN, mostly LD (learning disabled). Now, I ask you. These kids come from broken families, have learning disablities and special needs, I wonder if she once thought what kind of permanent harm she was doing to these children. I just want to go to that jail and shake her and just grab her by the throat and say "WHY? How dare you! You bitch." I guess the conclusion that I have come to is that sometimes you just don't know about people and that you really have to keep your guard up around everyone you come in contact with, at least a little bit. That way, when something fucked up like this happens, it won't affect you as much and you won't be so crushed. I was a bit crushed, because before this, she was sort of a role model to me, before any of this happened. I don't want someone like that to be a teacher. I don't want to be that kind of a person. That's not someone to make a role model. Someone who hurts children, special needs or not, but especially special needs, needs to be locked up and made someone's prison bitch. I hope they revoke her teaching license and she's never allowed to hurt children again. How do they let people like this even get teaching licenses. And it gives us pre-service and current teachers an awful rep.

First priests, now teachers. Back in the day, those were the people you could look up to and trust. Now, who is there left to look up to. Why do these WOMEN (and it's mostly women doing this shit, that's the fucked up part.) feel the need to do this. Goddamn, if you're unhappy in your marriage, get a fucking divorce. And if you're gonna cheat on your husband, not that I advocate that, but don't cheat on him by sucking off an 12 year old LD kid. Get someone your own age on the side, if divorce is not an option. Or fucking live with your unhappy existance like the rest of us do on a daily basis. For once, the men in the educational system aren't looked to as the sexual predators. It's us women. Last time I checked, middle school kids weren't attractive to me. Neither are elementary kids or high school kids. And I don't anticipate this changing. It just makes me sick. Makes me want to rethink being an educator in some instances, because if you can't trust educators with your children, who can you trust?

Wow, okay. I'm going to just get down from this soapbox now. Thank you all for listening. I ask for no insensitive comments to be posted regarding that, because it's something I take rather seriously.

I'm gonna leave you with a quote from the metal band Stuck Mojo regarding the above topic.

"You molester, striking fear and drawing tears. Scars are deep, the innocent you had to cheat. Capital punishment should be your favorite treat." - Stuck Mojo, Throw the Switch

Thanks for visiting,
ANDREA

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