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Sunday, 17 June 2012

I need a new method to work on through my anger.

If anyone.
And I mean anyone, has any suggestion it would be epically appreciated.
Make haste for the sake of my sanity and self preservation.

Saturday, 9 June 2012

I am Dog tired.

Though this phrase is probably better used in context to when I've lazied around the house all day and manage to fine myself uncontrollably filled with fatigue. Regardless. It was a hectic day. Was up at six and out by six fifty five. Didn't get home till half seven.
On the plus side I did have a nice refreshing cosmopolitan.

Catch 22

"You're wasting your time," Doc Daneeka was forced to tell him. 
"Can't you ground someone's who's crazy?" 

"Oh sure, I have to. There's a rule saying I have to ground anyone who's crazy." 

"Then why don't you ground me. Ask Clevinger." 

"Clevinger? Where is Clevinger? You find Clevinger and I'll ask him." 

"Then ask any of the others. They'll tell you how crazy I am." 

"They're crazy." 

"Then why don't you ground them?" 

"Why don't they ask me to ground them?" 

"Because they're crazy, that's why." 

"Of course they're crazy," Doc Daneeka replied. "I just told you they're crazy didn't I? And you can't let crazy people decide whether you're crazy or not can you?" 

Yossarian looked at him soberly and tried another approach. "Is Orr crazy?" 
"He sure is," Doc Daneeka said. 

"Can you ground him?" 

"I sure can but first he has to ask me to. That's part of the rule." 

"Then why doesn't he ask you to?" 

"Because he's crazy," Doc Daneeka said. "He has to be crazy to keep flying combat missions after all the close calls he's had. Sure I can ground Orr. But first he has to ask me to." 

"That's all he has to do to be grounded?" 

"That's all. Let him ask me." 

"And then you can ground him?" Yossarian asked. 

"No, then I can't ground him." 

"You mean there's a catch?" 

"Sure there is a catch," Doc Daneeka replied. "Catch-22. Anyone who wants to get out of combat duty isn't really crazy." 

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, that specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane, he had to fly them. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of the clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle. 
"That's some catch, that Catch-22," he observed. 

"It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka replied.

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

One Liners: Leo

Why must Leonardo DiCaprio die in all of his movies, automatically eliminating the possibility of a sequel?

Friday, 1 June 2012

My dad thinks he can just pull the "Christian" Card out of his back pocket when he feels like it. I guess he can, but it pisses me off immensely.

Parent Rant

So my parents brought up moving house and I was like. Good. I hate this place. Then my dad was all "What really since when?" My dad is oblivious to life. I was all. "Erm I have been expressing disdain for this place since we moved here. Heck I didn't even want to move here" My mother agreed on that point but as per usual she chose complete lack of memory when we conversed about when she wanted to move house a few years back and my only disagreeance was that it would be a bitch to move schools.  The conversation merged into my father asking where I would like to live in general. But no answer was good enough even though it was my opinion.

I can't even be bothered to fully rant I am filled with such incredulous-ness and bafflement. I have gotten used to just smiling and nodding whenever my parents talk about something that I know they will never see my point in if I was to fully express it. Sometimes I just feel like an argument so really dig my heels in but for the most of the time the whole smiling and nodding charade just keeps me sane and amused.

Life in this house is like a game-show where the omniscient host has neglected to tell you the rules. The questions make no sense and the other contestants are crazy. It's a fun house that is more house than fun. The metaphors could go on but I have lost my spiel and I am now cool (the doors open) calm (had a glass of water) and collected (collected).



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