Quippy t-shirts provide me with plenty of inspiration

As I was cooking dinner (angel hair with sundried tomatoe pesto and feta cheese, angelic indeed!), I contemplated the quip “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that they’re not out to get you.” Which is based on the premise that just because you don’t have good reasoning, doesn’t necessarily mean you are wrong.
For instance. If I said that the sky is blue because I painted it that way….well, I would be wrong about the reason, but the sky is still blue. If someone said you should wear your seatbelt so you don’t get into an accident…..well, just because seat belts don’t prevent accidents doesn’t mean you should wear one.
The premise is correct, regardless of your reasoning.
This is my basic approach to life: that truth is truth regardless of who says it or what reasons they give for it.
Recently I read in a xanga entry that “God loves gays because He is gay.” Well clearly I disagree with the second half, but that didn’t do anything to negate the first half.
But there are a lot of people out there who will disregard any and all of your beliefs simply because they don’t like your reasoning. Of course, these are the people who believe there’s such a thing as proof, in which case they are waiting for you to find that proof and present it to them. I say proof doesn’t exist, therefore I don’t need any of your evidence for or against something. Either it’s true or it’s not.
And evidence lies (contrary to what CSI would have you believe). How many times were you convinced by the evidence of something that wasn’t true? Most people have had at least one significant other that they were convinced (through their SO’s words and actions) loved them….and it turned out they were wrong.

And you may be thinking “What a crock. This girl is an idiot. Of course you need some sort of evidence to believe something.”

And to that I say, “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that they’re not out to get you.”

Google trends

Weirdness:

Top queries
1. xanga icons
2. apa
3. gainesville library
4. winn dixie
5. rave theatre
6. alias
7. cincinnati childrens hospital
8. littman
9. twilight
10. steven curtis chapman

I really don't remember searching for "alias" that much...

My roommate is making me hate all smokers by association....even though I know that's wrong

Backstory:
She's technically an illegal roommate, meaning she is living with one of my other roommates in violation of the rent agreement. She got reported and they covered it up so she's still here. That's a whole other bag of worms.
Well, one of the tell-tale signs of her living here was that the grounds crew kept finding a large pile of cigarette butts underneath our balcony, and the grounds have designated smoking areas. Our balcony is not one of them.

So....

The last week our kitchen has been rancid with the smell of cigarette smoke.
Granted, I'm super sensitive to it, being allergic to it and all.
I traced it to the garbage can but didn't want to paw through the nasty mess in search of evidence so I merely doused the thing with bleach and moved it out of the kitchen, hoping someone would get the message.

Today:
I'm cooking, trying to hold my breath and trying not to think about my family history of lung cancer, my lack of health insurance, my expired inhaler, or my tickly burning airways...when I find a butt sitting there on top of the garbage.
I wanted to storm into the room and shake her like a rag doll.
We'd already had one discussion about how I was allergic and preferred her not to smoke right outside our door, which never quite sunk in.
Also, I'm flipping paying for her rent and utilities, while she slowly kills me with second and third hand smoke.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

So I finally knock on their door and here's the actual conversation:

Me: Uh, hey, are you throwing cigarette butts into the kitchen garbage can?
Culpit: *sits up and stares at me*
Me: *waits*
Sister of culprit: Yeah, why? *without looking up from video game*
Culprit: *still staring like a deer in the headlights*
Me: Well, because the whole kitchen smells and *I look right at the culprit* I'm allergic to cigarette smoke...
Sister of culprit: Ok.
Me: ...and it's making me sick so I was just hoping you could not do that anymore.
Sister of culprit: We can do that. *still not looking up*
Culprit: *Still staring silently*
Me: Ok, well, uh, thanks.

????????????

"Why?" !??!?!?!?!
Why do you think? This is a non-smoking apartment, I've discussed my health issues before, I should not be subjected to your self-destructive habits!!!!!!!!!!!! If you want to poison yourself that's your business, but you damn well better make sure I don't suffer from it!

I really wish I could, like, have an asthma attack in the kitchen, die, get her charged with manslaughter....and then come back to life.
Or at least give her a really vivid dream of such a scenario.

I am so angry right now.

78 days

1 day to OB exam
5 days to summer registration
11 days till final project is due
12 days to HESI
20 days till book report is due
25 days to OB final
27 days to psych final
28 days to pinning
39 days to the start of Practicum

and 78 days until it is all over! YES!

Shredded lady bits = not my forte

I saw a vagina explode today.
I wanted to die.
Clearly midwifery is not for me.

Give me leaking head wounds.
Give me amputated limbs.
Give me gun shots to the groin.
Give me steel poles through the abdomen.
Give me car crashes, near drownings, animal bites...
But do not ask me to help birth a baby.


*shudders*

This is why I work in a Peds ER.