We took our cat to the vet yesterday. he had been meowing a lot, more than usual, and so we told the vet. And he said that our cat might be going deaf! The vet clapped really loudly behind his head, and he didn’t turn around. So for the rest of the day, I followed my cat around, clapping and making any sounds I could to see if he would respond. I clapped, stomped, I even got the iPad out and started making sounds with that! The apps that mum insisted on downloading actually proved to be useful for once. I think there is hope, he doesn’t always turn around, but his ears flicker. He is a very tolerant cat, who is used to loud and strange noises, and he doesn’t always respond. Going to the vet wasn’t fun for anyone, apart from the actual vet, because he made some money.
Monthly Archives: April 2011
I’ve just told my grandmother that I want to spend time alone with my father. But not so I can have a nice chat, so that I can figure out whether he has a mental heath condition. Does that make me a bad person?
I lie, and am sometimes proud of it, I can use people, and mess them around. Does that make me a bad person?
Does the fact that my father spends time with me, and has his own agenda, and the fact that the people I lie and use, lie and use me, make it okay that I do it to them?
I am fiercely loyal, and try to do the best thing by the people that are truly important to me. Does that make me a good person?
I stick to my word, and I can see things from other people’s point of view. Does that make me a good person?
Is the fact that I try to do the right thing, even if I sometimes don’t make me a good person?
Does the fact that I do some some good things, and some bad make me a bad person? Does it make me a good person? Does it leave me in limbo?
What is a good person? What is a bad person? Who decides whether we are good or bad people? Our society? Us? Or both.
This book was written by Melina Marchetta. It is about a girl of 17 years, named Josie, who has an Italian and Australian background. It was published in 1992, when things such as being illegitimate, which she was, was a big deal. She attends a wealthy private catholic school, she is there on a scholarship, which in some cases is frowned upon by her peers. I have read this book about a thousand times [a thousand meaning about ten] and absolutely love it.
Josie is in her final year of high school, and in the process of discovering who she is, and what she wants to become. During this year, she meets her father, falls in love, and develops a greater understanding of her mother and grandmother, who are two of the most influential people in her life. Her journey is funny, scary, sad and sometimes heartbreaking, and definitely worth reading.
Committed is a book written by Elizabeth Gilbert. It was written after her book Eat Pray Love, and is, well, it isn’t a sequel, it’s kind of the continuing
story, of her story, if that makes sense. At the end of Eat Pray Love, she fell in love with a Brazilian born man named Felipe. They were living in the states until Felipe was deported. The only way for him to secure a visa and become a citizen is to marry. Both having been married and divorced before, the had both promised each other that they would never become legally married. Until now. Committed explores marriage, from as early as the 1600’s, up until marriage today. It talks about marriage throughout different cultures and ages, and takes a close look at why humans have always fought to be married, why we continually choose to be legally binded to another person. It also talks about the effects that marriage has on women, and how marriage was seen in the 1900’s. Loved every word, truly worth reading, no matter how old, young, married or single you are.
I got a pansy today. It is a beautiful dark pink, usually I don’t like pink much, but this pink is nice, and doesn’t remind me of a barbie doll. Always a plus. I planted it in a pot, and intend to keep it mainly outside, but inside at night, because we have possums that like to destroy anything and everything that they come into contact with on our property, and that would be the end of my pretty flowers. I just hope they don’t die. I mean, they have hope, I haven’t managed to kill a cactus. Yet.
The whole concept of Easter, to me, means nothing. Not because I don’t believe in god, which I don’t, not because I have a problem with people practicing Christianity, because I don’t, but because of the fact that there is very little truth.
There is a very small part of Easter that actually has anything to do with Jesus. In fact, there is one thing. I’ll explain. There was a festival, a long long long time ago, that was invented by the the first civilization. I am, of cause talking about the Sumerians [don’t feel bad if you have no idea what I’m talking about, the only reason I know about the first civilizations is because I’m learning about them in my Ancient and Middle ages class at school] The Sumerians didn’t have jobs like we do today, their only job was farming. Each family would grow crops, and that was their food supply. If the crops were bad, and couldn’t supply food, the family would essentially die, unless they could get very friendly with someone whose crops were doing exceptionally well. At about this time each year, they would have a festival, and they would try to please their gods, so that their crops would do well.
Rabbits became the symbol for this event, because they did, and still do, breed well, along with the egg. This tradition continued. Jesus was put to death, simply because the Romans and Jews feared that he was going to take power, and make their own religions obsolete. Christianity was illegal at that time, but was secretly practiced, until, one day, a Roman emperor decided to make it legal. Christianity wasn’t popular enough to score its own festival, so they decided to merge it with another one.
So using this line of logic, which may not be completely correct, even though I believe in it, the only thing Easter has to do with Christ is that he died around the same time of year as this other festival. The eggs, the bunny rabbits, has nothing to do with Jesus and his death. And the chocolate eggs, well that’s just a clever marketing pun, which has made people millions. I wonder if the Sumerians are happy we still practice some of their traditions?
Elizabeth Gilbert is an American born writer and journalist who was born on the 18th of July, 1969. She has written many books such as Pilgrims, The last American man and Stem Men, but is best known for her memoir Eat Pray Love, which was written in 2006, and and stayed on the New York Times best seller list for 199 weeks. Eat Pray Love was made into a motion picture in 2010. Committed is the sequel to Eat Pray Love, which was released in 2010.