fuck it all. fuck this world. fuck everything you stand for. don't belong, don't exist, don't even give a shit, just don't you ever fucking judge me

so i had this post all written out seeing as, surprise sur-fucking-prise, i have a scheduled time for blogging-which for wednesday posts is actually on tuesday afternoon, but..i'm going to hold off on that post until tomorrow in light of me being abso-fucking-lutely livid.

why am i livid? well it's two fold. we'll start with the lesser of the two evils: the most assholey of assholes.

in cleveland (or i guess any midtown/east coast town), you take whatever chance you can to enjoy the weather. seeing as my laptop is pretty much an extension of me these days, it's pretty much impossible for me to really disconnect myself and get my ass out into the great outdoors for any meaningful amount of time, so...when saturday rolled around and the time came for me to do some reading for my thesis v. 2.0, i jumped on the opportunity to detach myself from my computer and amass of other school work, and take the puppy-kins and myself outside to the little law school park. i sat on the bench, she ran around, the sun was shining, slight breeze rustled the tree's, and, to my own personal rapture, the tulips were in full bloom all around me. things were going fantastic, until?

until some asshole made it a point to shit on the entire experience. he walks by the park shaking his head and tsk-ing repeatedly, and then stops to tell me that he's glad the money he donated to keep the campus beautiful means absolutely nothing to me, and continued to walk by ummm okay? thanks for pointing out that you contribute money to keep a patch of grass...beautiful? but i fail to see how my dog running around outside while i read is fucking with the supposed beauty you helped to create. i also fail to see how you even make it a point to note that you conribute money to keep the campus clean, when i'm sitting there with two electric blue dog shit bags awaiting the perchance event that sofie does in fact take a break from hauling ass and herding whatever the fuck it is she herds, and remembers that she has to pop a squat. given my arsenal of dog shit bags, i just muttered a requisite "fuckin' asshole" and continued reading, while sofie continued to run around.

but, this asshole wasn't done. oh! nay nay! apparently in the twenty feet he walked, he must have realized that saying "i pay to keep this campus clean" really had no clout or general relation to what sofie and i were doing....and, in those twenty feet it must have dawned on him that--holy fuck!--sofie isn't on a leash, because that fucker walked right back at me and commenced yelling at me over my lack of giving any form of a shit about his initial point and still sitting there reading while sofie ran around. he, literally, shouts that if i took the time to actually look, that leashes are required for all dogs in the area. not one to be out-done, i point out that the sign, in fact, only says "please keep dogs on a leash", and not that "dogs must be on a leash", and that no one else in the area, other than him--who is just passing by--seems to care that my dog is running around because she's not paying attention to anyone but me, and the commands i give her. so what does this asshole do? he pulls out the big guns and threatens to call the cop who was positioned a street up, and have him arrest me for not having my dog on a leash.

alright, how fucking retarded this guy is in thinking that i could get arrested for not having my dog on a leash aside, some battles just aren't worth it...and those battles generally involve spineless fuckers who have nothing better to do other than to regale in the most minute of infractions, and then, when seemingly outsmarted, get the cops involved. i may be confrontational, but i know my limits...and that limit is pretty much reached when cops are introduced into the equaion.

i leashed up sofie, collected my shit, and went home....after i made it a point to scream back at him how pathetic and empty his life must really be if ruining my afternoon over some unenforceable rule enumerated on a cartoon sign is one of his top priorities....along with some other uhh choice phrases and insults. the end, right? yea..no.

while i was walking sofie tuesday morning a cop walks up to me and asks me if i was involved in some kind of dispute this past saturday. oh yes!! it seems that the asshole thought so much of me that he went to the cops and informed them that i *gasp* had my dog off her leash and filed a formal complaint. the cop was only approaching me to fulfill the "investigate" part of his job, and pretty much told me that if my dogs not causing and problems that her being off leash isn't a huge deal. even the cop said "some people really need to get a life, or something, this is one of the dumbest complaints we've ever gotten"...yea..least i'm not the only who thinks that guy is a fucking waste of life.

and the second part of the "e wants to go on a killimg rampage" saga? group projects.

now i admit tha ti was pretty fucking pissed off that my agency and partnership professor thought it would be a fantastic idea and learning experience to have a group prokect due just one week before reading period starts. look bitch, i have to papers to write, four classes to outline, and basicallyhave to memorize the fuck out of whatever it is we learned this semester in about a week..do you really think i want to get together with my fellow law students and hash out some retarded project? survery says?! no fucking way...but fine, you assigned it..so that point is utterly moot.

thre premise of the entire assignment was for each of us to represent one of the fictional characters in a given hypothetical and negotiate the terms of the partnerships' dissolution, blah blah blah blah..so fine, i get together with my designated group, and they pretty much treat me like i'm some kind of fucking idiot during the entire three hours we sat there. no. this isn't just some vibe i got, it was pretty fucking blatant that they thought i didn't have a single thing going on my head. why? because when we started to discuss thing, i opted to listen to them talk rather than just running out of the gate demanding shit...because rather than going about it in the most one sided way possible, i put the fact that i'm supposed to be reprsenting some fictional asshole aside, and tried to figure out how to reconcile everyones desires in a way that requires the least amount of work on all of our parts. yup, somehow all that warranted them looking at me like i feel from the sky and had the iq equivalent of a residential speed limit. i shut my mouth, thinking that may help my "i'm actually not that dumb" cause, but when they pretty much ignored my presence altogheter for the remainder of the time, i jsut said "fuck it." the fact they thought i was a total dumbass was further codified in the fact they assignmed me the awesomely difficult task of making the cover sheet for the project. fine, whatever..my take was if you thinking i'm a dumbass makes it so i have minimal work to do? keep on thinking that.

the project was due monday, and when the little gtalk messenger icon turned red and i went to check my e-mail at 3pm, what did i see? oh yes! an e-mail from my group that says "this is the work we've done, the rest is yours. thanks." so i opeit up and expect to see the bulk of the shit done, seeing as it was pretty clear a few days ago that my intellectual capacity ouldn't handle more than a cover letter..but NO! ohhh no no no, i look at what they've done and it's basically nothing. it was just the sumation of the break down of the assets, which basically was just giving each partner a pro rata share in accordance with the percentage of capital they put in at start up. yes! those fuckers multipled and divided to their hearts content, and sent it my way. yeeeee fucking haw.

so what was the "rest?" the rest was: writing up an entire agreement for the dissolution, which included terms that they decided and never bothered to send me and i ended up making up; giving a detailed step by step analysis of the time table upon which the dissolution would occur and concrete directives for what to do with all the property, debts, assets, and issues faced by dissolving the partnership; a detailed account of all the negotiations we engaged in; a plan for the implementation of a successor partnership; and, who could forget, the cover sheet. i repeat...yeeee fucking haw.

completely negating the fact that i have finals to prepare for, and compltely overlookign the fact that if i wanted my professor to review my theisis before i turned in the final draft i had to e-mail him a copy of it sunday night (which i didn't, because i was stuck working on this shit), and completely fuckign the fact that they could have sent me the oh-so laborious math they did earlier than 3pm on sunday (all of these things piss me off like no other but we're overlooking that), where the fuck do they get off treating me like a total fucking idiot and then leaving me to do all of the work? i don't mind doing the bulk of the work, but it's absolute bullshit that i had to sacrafice my entire sunday night and forgo whatever i had planned--to my detriment, might i add--because those two fuckwits took their sweet ass time doing basic third grade math, and held themselves out to be in total control of the prokect.

and when i asked for help? when i told them i wasn't one hundred percent sure that i was doing the time table correctly and that any input or help they had would be really appreciate..what was their response? "you're doing a great job and on the right track. keep it up!" excuse me? i wasn't e-mailing you for a motivational response so i could get back to the grind..i was e-mailign you because it was midnight and i already wasted 8 hours doing the world you guys should have been helping me do, and i thought maybe just maybe..you'd have a more vested interest in your grade. guess not, and now? part of me hopes we fail so you can point the finger at me and i can just fucking unleash on both of you.

regardless, monday passed..i turned in the project..i woke up tuesday morning pretty much not giving a shit about the whole thing and then, while w're sitting in class discussing the projects and what we did and why..those two assholes wouldn't even let me get a word in when it came to our group. even more annoying is that they made it seem like they did everything. ther ewas no use of the word "we" anywhere in their sentences..it was all "i"'s and "he/she and i"'s..not once did they refer to me, or even refer to the group in entirety. the most infuriating part of it all? those two fucktards wouldn't have a fucign clue about anything regarding "our" project if i didn't e-mail them the final version i turned in. they would know absolutely nothing.

fuck me for sending it to them...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

and the part that just fucking kills me? they're both probably ranked higher than me and will probably do better in the class than me.

fuck.