A few months ago a friend of mine moved to Vegas. He had a really sweet fish tank that he couldn't take with him, so he gave it to me.
I got really into it, of course. The only problem was that the fish kept dying. Here's the graveyard :
1. The cutest little red fish in the world. He was this tiny shy red fish who would always hide. Finally after a month of having him he started to come out of hiding and swim around. To move anywhere he really had to get his tiny little fins moving. I went to Massachusetts to visit family and left the heater in the house set to 70 so that the fish wouldn't get too cold. I have a little heater in the tank, but I didn't trust it. Unfortunately there was a heat wave, and when I came back the poor little guy was dead.
2. I had a zebra danio who also got sick from the heat. He had dropsy, which basically means that he kept inflating until he was about twice his size. I researched it online and everyone said that there was no cure. When it was too late I went to the fish store and asked, and he recommended some medicine that might help. I got the medicine, but he didn't make it. I was really sad because the poor guy had no idea what was wrong. He would paddle all over the place, but had a tough time staying too far down in the tank since he was so inflated.
3. One of my favorite fish was the golden gourami. He was really friendly and would swim up to me whenever I sat by the tank. I even taught him to kiss my finger if I stuck it in the water. One night I checked on my fish, went for a nap, and when I woke up he had jumped out of the tank! There was a tiny little opening... it's amazing that he got out.
After that I was left with two black tetras, so the tank was looking pretty empty.
I went to an awesome fish store called Aquatek here in Austin. It's owned by a guy who is nuts about fish and imports all the coolest ones you can imagine. I had some algae growing in the tank so I should have bought algae eaters, but I had my eye on a ropefish. Ropefish are these crazy fish that look likes snakes and are from the Congo. His stock varies every week, and I knew if I didn't get this guy I probably wouldn't have a chance to get another one for a while.
Because he looks a lot like him, I named him Trogdor. Normally he hangs out in the back of the tank and hides, or just sticks his head out. Today I cleaned the tank and changed the water, and afterwards he went totally crazy. I took a video of it :
Last week I got three new fish.
1. A red finned shark named Jaws. He's very tiny and cute, and probably the wussiest fish I've ever seen.
2. Two "kribs" which are really beautiful fish. They will hopefully mate and make me a billion little fish. I named them Adam and Eve. The male is a bit of a jerk and keeps chasing around jaws and the two black tetras. For some reason he leaves Trogdor alone, though. Probably because Trogdor even scares me when I'm changing the water and is definitely nuts.
My friend Jonah decided that he was going to break off his long standing relationship with the more common bills and use two dollar bills as the primary fodder in his wallet. I thought it was ingenious. Here's why:
I never like copying people's quirks, but this one is too good. I told him that I wanted to copy it, but whenever anyone remarked how cool it was, I would give him credit. He agreed.
I went to the bank yesterday and as I was leaving, I remembered that I wanted to get some deuces (oh, did I mention how cool all the nicknames are for them?). They had just gotten a shipment in, so I got my hands on a freshly minted stack of 100 sequentially numbered two dollar bills. Thanks for the idea, Jonah!
I don't really know what I'm doing right now, but after much animated storytelling, my friends have told me I should start a blog. Maybe that means that they don't want to hear my stories anymore, so they want me to find a creative outlet where I can ramble on endlessly about useless things, but who knows.
Anyway, because I'm young, I feel like I don't know a whole lot about anything. Sure, I'm on an academic scholarship here at university (which, by the way, I am doing an excellent job at attempting to keep--I have a philosophy exam tomorrow morning and yet here I am, writing this post), but really, I forced myself to lead such a sheltered life in high school that I feel like I don't know much about this magical thing called being a teenager. In high school, I watched anime and Korean dramas and screamed and cried over boys that don't know I exist--which I still do--so now, as a university student, I have begun my quest to understand the mechanics of getting drunk and kissing a lot of boys. Three weeks in and I have gained much of this desired knowledge.
I suppose before I can really talk much about my new life and how I'm living it, 1600km away from home, I should start from the beginning. I warn you though--it's not really anything special.
Now, when I say I am questing for the secret to kissing whatever boys I want, that makes it sound as if I have no idea how to do so already, but that is not the case. See, when I was in kindergarten I was apparently a master at the art of kissing boys. I had a grand old time kissing my fellow four and then five year-old classmate/boyfriend named Daniel (or something) until I moved across town and started at a new school. After that I had not much luck, until sixth grade when a boy decided he liked me enough to ask me to be his sixth grade girlfriend, and, not really seeing a downside to it, I accepted. He was a glorious sixth grade boyfriend for seven months until I decided I was bored and didn't really like him much anyway. I wasn't missing out on much after that, just a few hugs or something, but no kisses. Darn. Sometime before that though, I kissed a boy named Brandon when we were playing hide-and-seek, but I don't think he remembers.
Flash forward two years later, and I found myself in another situation where I could've kissed a boy. There was a boy I did not get along with at all, but I had feelings for him, and I didn't like it. At least, didn't like it until I found out that he had feelings for me too, and after that point, I was very pleased with those feelings. Still being close to the beginning of that wonderful stage of life called puberty, we were awkward and he couldn't even ask me to be his girlfriend himself because he was so shy, so he sent a friend of mine out into the hallway when I was about to leave for a dentist appointment to ask me if I wanted to go out with him, and I so cleverly said, "just tell him what he wants to hear." Superb. He went away for Christmas break and when he came back I decided I didn't like him anymore and broke up with him over MSN messenger, which was a not-so-brilliant decision. Less than a week later, I regretted my decision, but of course I couldn't tell him that because I had been so cowardly as to break up with him online in the first place. Lame. At the same time, another boy had been jerking around my feelings by telling me he liked me when he actually didn't. Also lame.