Let me tell you one lesson I've learned / if you want to reach something in life / you ain't gonna get it unless / you give a little bit of sacrifice
Boy, when I read that post i wrote last weekend I really started to wonder what the hell I was thinking. It's such a weird post, or at least the last thing I wrote about. Crrrazy!
I finished reading The Catcher In the Rye this week, and boy, it killed me. I mean, there were some parts that didn't reach out to me, but it sure was neat. I bought it in Berlin along with Robert Jordan's (I couldn't remember what it was called so I looked it up at Amazon, and I accidently wrote Robert Jordamn... hehe, pitiful humour, I know) Eye Of The World, which is the first book of the Wheel Of Time series. I started reading this series around 3-4 years ago, and I never got any further than the 3rd book or so, so I thought I'd better get a movin' in reading them again, seeing as I remember enjoying them a whole lot. They were creepciting, that's when you mix creepy with exciting; creepciting. Or you can do it the other way around: excreeping. Whatever floats your fish. Anyway, I can't wait to sink my eyes in it.
This week's been pretty tiresome. I was at this military check-up thingy, were they check if you're fit for duty. I was very fit for duty, except for my vision which was 7 out of 9. Seeing as I'm not too into going around with guns shooting people, I applied for the ABC - Firefighter/Rescue-unit as my primary wish, and Medic as my secondary wish. But I can also choose to deny going to the military. If I choose to do so, I'll have to find myself a job that I can have for 13 months to serve as my "civilduty"(rough translation there). To tell you the truth, I haven't made up my mind yet. As of this moment I'm going for the civilduty, but I'm going to look more into the choices I've applied to to see if it really is something for me. Yep, yep.
The stuff I forgot to write about which happened last weekend: Last weekend I got hella-mad. I hadn't been that mad for a long time. I'm not a very 'angry' person, I try to stay positive. But when my mom said that she didn't record Six Feet Under for me, and she'd already said that she was going to record it, I just snapped. I didn't yell at her or anything like that, I just got very upset. I made it obvious that it upset me that she didn't tape it, but I didn't yell. The funny thing about the whole thing, was that when I saw the episode that came after the one I missed, it seemed like it just as well might've been the episode I missed. If that makes any sense whatsoever. The only thing that confused me, was that Claire was with Russell now.
And, boy is The Shield an amazing show! At the end it's like: FOR FUCKS SAKE! Why do I have to wait seven days until I get to see the next fucking episode??!! I want to see it now! ARRGH!
I tell you, its creepciting. I'm just doing the Letterman-approach to introduce new words and phrases to the people.
On that note:
WE HAVE TO PROTECT THIS HOUSE!
