I have yet another case of “Blogger’s Block,” which should be a legimitate condition of some sort! This is totally random and has nothing to do with anything, but it just popped into my head and I tend to be kind of random that way so I’m going to mention it anyway… for no reason whatsoever, I just remembered a story I once wrote for a creative writing class. It was about a pizza delivery guy who lied to all of his friends and somehow had them believe that he was actually matriculated at an Ivy League school. He wound up killing himself, I believe. I wonder what I did with that piece… anyway, moving on!
Pictures first, words second? Not too many pictures, actually…
This was an experiment (a la Jaime!) … one which made quite a mess out of my Foreman! And it’s one of the older ones without a removable grille, so washing it out is always fun fun fun… but that isn’t the point, the experiment is! It definitely wasn’t awful by any means; I think I just prefer bananas to be cold, or at least room temperature. Warm bananas don’t seem to be my favorite thing. You live, you learn, right?
Yesterday, I went to the pet shop… my water samples tested perfectly (which should be a relief, but is not, because they tested perfectly two days before the epidemic too), so I am very tentatively going to attempt to build up the population again…
I know it’s all but impossible to see anything in the picture… but I got two silver dollars, a Bolivian ram, and an algae eater. We had two silver dollars before, but they had grown really big — these are TINY. And I had a Bolivian ram too… they’ve actually got personalities. I know, it sounds crazy to say a FISH has a personality, but they just do… they seem to have expressions, or something. Speaking of which, the algae eater that I got is rather… feisty. When I was transferring it from the bag to the tank it just jumped right out onto the floor, and I had no choice but to pick it up with my bare hands. Picking up a slimy, slithering little fish? NOT easy. And kind of gross, but I wasn’t about to kill ANOTHER fish! My dad says we should put up a memorial plaque. Ha, ha. Everyone is making fun of me about it, but I’m sorry, it really DID upset me!! (The answer to this is always, “Did they have names?” I don’t understand the connection, but no, they didn’t, because I once got three neon tetras and named them Moe, Larry, and Curly. One died, but since they all looked the same, I didn’t know which one it was, and that was the last time I ever named any of them!)
That’s that for pictures… I feel like I should / would / could say something here, but like I said, I have blogger’s block, which I am currently defining as an inability to write of anything substantial or meaningful, so I will just ramble senselessly instead! …
Tomorrow I am going to my “best friend”‘s son’s third birthday party. (A boy’s third birthday is kind of a big deal here, otherwise I wouldn’t even go.) I plan to be there exactly long enough to be able to say I didn’t just blow through like a sandstorm… which I guess means saying hello to the people I know, handing over a gift, and leaving. The whole gift thing actually slipped my mind until my mom pointed it out… like, oh, right, I have to do that too. (Maybe it’s a total cop-out, but I am giving him books. Which isn’t a cop-out under general circumstances, but they’re my books. One would assume that my “best friend” already owns them, but since she hasn’t ever mentioned anything about them, as far as I know, she is not even aware of their existence.)
One of my sisters came over today, along with my brother-in-law and all of the kids who aren’t at sleepaway camp. I believe I was born twenty years too early, and this is why: when I was a kid and an “adult” was speaking, they automatically took precedence. When I was a kid, “adult” meant anyone older than myself, even if they were only thirteen or something. So why is it that I feel like that’s all been flipped now? Maybe it isn’t the adult / child thing — maybe it’s me! My sister claims that she has to tend to her kids so that’s why she wanders off mid-conversation… yes, I can understand that, but it takes a quarter of a second to say “excuse me.” Besides, in my paranoia, I actually HAVE paid attention to this, and it seems like it only happens to me. According to my therapist, this is because I just take it instead of assertively telling people that they’re being rude to me. With good reason, I guess, since when I TRY to point it out, I am just accused of being self-centered. Also according to my therapist — though I happen to agree with it — I need to learn how to make my own decisions regarding how I feel about things instead of relying on others’ opinions to back me up. (It’s probably because I can’t do that that I got as upset as I did about my dad’s reaction to what happened to the fish.)
As a final page from the Old Lady Chronicles, I went to bed about 1.15 last night (this morning), and I didn’t get out of bed until 12.45 today. (Well, I did, but I just fed the fish and got right back into bed so it doesn’t really count.) Why doesn’t it even shock me that I am still tired after all that?! I seem to either get too much sleep, or not enough. Comfortable media and I never did mesh very well! I am getting my blood drawn on Monday, hopefully. My doctor said that he’d be “happy” to go over the results with me… I think that if I have to sit in his waiting room for another three hours for that, I will be about as far from happy as it is possible to get! So I am assuming I will not take him up on his offer… for which I’m sure he was planning to bill me, too. Ah, well — sucks to be him!
Having babbled sufficiently for someone struck with blogger’s block, I am now going to shut up. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!