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This guy for some unknown reason by me, tweeted (because you’re clearly not cool unless you tweet these days) the rhetorical question ‘would you kill a kitten to save the world?’

I don’t know about you, but that question got me thinking.   Not only about the killing of a kitten but of the repercussions of killing said kitten.

If I killed a kitten to save the world – how long do you think it would take until I became this villainised cretin that murdered the cute little defenceless creature to save 6 billion or so people I don’t even know?

Those 6 billion people would then become the most ungrateful, unappreciative jerk bags on the planet wouldn’t they?

So maybe the kitten and I would be selfish save ourselves and leave everyone else behind.

Then I end up in the same situation.  I.  Am.  The.  Villain.

God.  I really empathise with Hamlets soliloquy when faced with the question of killing the kitten or not.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

I hear you. 

I feel emotionally drained now. 

Until we meet again.

Wait.

This. Makes. Me. So. Happy. I Burst.

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I find myself a little disheartened.  My favourite piece of graffiti is gone.

I shall tell you of this piece of loveliness that made my mornings special.  Every morning after getting off the bus at the university, I trek across the highway overpass – a pedestrian bridge.  On the bridge there was a lovely little stencil graffiti of John Lennon and the quote Let It Be.

So on my pathway to ‘higher learning’ it was nice and inspiring to walk across the bridge and ‘Let It Be’ every morning.  I’m disappointed with the people who re-surfaced the bridge.  You have successfully killed a little piece of my mornings.

Easter was eventful.

On Good Friday (we will call it Hell Friday from now on), I went to hospital with an aching guts at around 11.30pm.  I sat in the emergency ward until 4am – then finally I got to see a doctor, by this stage the ache in my guts had turned to vomit inducing pain.  A pain that would make Satan cry.

Not long after speaking with the doctor and vomiting profusely into a little bag whilst sitting on the bed – I ended up having all kinds of things stuck into me.  By far the greatest thing stuck into me was the morphine.  It did not make the pain stop, but it sure as hell took the edge off enough so I could sleep.

By 8am there was talk of surgery.  Here I was out of my head, thinking I’d just get a tablet to make the pain stop and be on m way home.  Man was I epicly wrong.

Just after what would have been lunch time, I was anaesthetised and had my Appendix removed from my aching pain filled guts.

After this surgery the next 3-4 days are a bit of a haze, as the hospital people had me hooked up to some amazing intravenous morphine dispensing machine.

I was released from the hospital at about 2pm on the Tuesday following the Easter long weekend.  For the time between then and now, I have been a huge aching, bruised, lounging, lolling lizard.

All the plans I made for the two week student vacation have been unfortunately thrown out the proverbial window.  I did get to finish reading Paper Towns by John Green, which was awesome.  Not as awesome as his previous book Looking For Alaska though.

I also got to read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society.  I didn’t think I would like that book at all, as it totally isn’t something I’d usually consider.  I absolutely adored it, I’m glad I picked it up and read it.  It really is as good as everyone says.  The only major fault I can find is that the American author used the spelling Lieutenant instead of Leftenant which I think ruined the authenticity of it being set in England.  But that is just being persnickety.

I have also been working on some new granny squares during my recovery.
This one I learned from a book called 200 Crochet Blocks for Blankets Throws and Afghans by Jan Eaton.

We’ll end with my man crush of the moment.  Takeshi Kaneshiro, from The House Of Flying Daggers.

Sayonara people.

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So 2010 seems to have an abundance of purpose and directions all of a sudden.  Me becoming a little joiner so it would seem.

Firstly I have enrolled in a Tertiary Preparation class with intentions of going to University next year.  For perhaps… wait for it… a degree in English Literature, followed by a Diploma of Education (which of course would be a back up skill, if I fail at using the English Literature degree on its own).

I am excited for me.

Today was my very last day of community service too, 250 hours done, two hundred and fifty hours!  I am going to miss my op-shop nannas.  On the way out I grabbed a form to return as a volunteer worker, hopefully I’ll have time between school and work for it.  Hopefully I’ll be able to do at least half a day a week.

I deleted my Facebook account.  I am proud of that. 

I have set myself the 50 book challenge, except so far I seem to be reading at a slimy little snails pace.  Haven’t even finished two books yet. 

I am almost finished reading The Mammoth Hunters by Jean M Auel.

I think I am a little fatigued from all the sex, sometimes whilst reading I’m thinking is 3-4 pages of sensual sexual sex really vital to the plot?  These epic sex scenes are just a little too epic, there isn’t even any build up to these sex scenes, it just feels like I’m getting laid at least once a chapter. 

I’m starting to feel the need to just flick through sex scenes to get to the actual story.  Given there are parts where it is needed and I suppose the descriptive mush of it all is required, but most of the scenes I feel the author could just say ‘they had epic sex’ the continue on with the stuff that counts, instead of padding out an epic story with so many luscious scenes of fornication.

So far, regardless of the fatiguing fornication I am enjoying The Mammoth Hunters.

Maybe I should go finish it now, then set myself more achievable goals.

-TTFN, Ta Ta For Now (as T-I-Double G-Rrrrr would say)

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