When choosing between two evils...

I don't know what to talk about today. I feel the need to talk about something. The sad state of affairs, maybe. I dunno.

My mother's surgery is set for Monday morning. My brother is definitely a drug dealer. I hate the guts part of him right now for in no way being able to be a real person. I mean, I know drug dealers are real people, but why can't he have the strength to hold a regular job. Why do I always ALWAYS struggle to keep my head up, and he gets things handed to him? Granted, his various jail stays are proof that it does catch up with him sometimes. It frustrates me that he can't have enough moral fiber to fight for how he wants things to be the right way. He'd rather take the easy way out.

And on that note, why taking shortcuts and the easy way can be bad, I present this as taken from the LJ of booster17, and I thank him ever-so for posting it. It was a fascinating glimpse into human nature. Please read the paper. Don't skip that. There's something particularly giggle-worthy in the midst of all those stolen words.

Laura Kirshna is a Plagiarist
Follow-up

For those of you who think I was too hard on Cara, at least I never did anything like THAT. Good grief! Yeah, she shouldn't have done it, but this might have ruined her school career. Not that she didn't do wrong, but damn. I think I'm taking this paper thing so personally because I have been in this position before. Someone wanted to pay me to write a paper for them. I refused, and she got mad. Though I did go and gather up all the research she needed to actually write the paper and put it all on a disk for her. First, if she had not acted like such a wench, I would have helped her, but she should have known that there was no way I would do the work for her. I'm not about that. There is a large part of me that is still a teacher. I think knowledge worked for is knowledge more worth while. I think you should actually want it. I don't think you should have it handed to you.

Second thing.... and I don't know how much of this I am allowed to talk about, but I just have to say my adopted niece is back with her adopted family, and for that I am glad. BUT... fate certainly has a f*cked up way of getting us the things we want most sometimes. I want to say the end justifies the means, but I don't think it does. I like the end, but I would have it occur in another way. The means makes my chest hurt.... and that little bit will likely only make sense to a couple of people. They say time heals all wounds, but that's not true. For some people some wounds never heal, and that worries me.

Then there's several people I know who are having issues. I typically don't know what to do about most of it because a lot of it is for situations that I don't feel I'm qualified to make commentary on. There's also been a little rush of people asking me to do things for them that I don't feel comfortable doing... which goes back to my 'cheaters never prosper' thing.

Terry Schiavo died today. She survived for 13 days with no food or water, and I'm disenchanted with the world.