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feeling: tired
listening to: nothing
It happened. I just turned my vow not to get any new bettas until I'm out of the dorm for good into a lie. This little squirt is responsible. How cute is she?! I mean, she's a blue Cambodian, one betta color (along with white) that I've been wanting for ages. And she's a lil teensy female, barely over an inch long... not the smallest I've seen, but still an absolute runt compared to Phoenix. And she has big black eyes! *melt* It's so fun watching her flit around her temporary abode like a little sea pixie~
Yeah, I did go shopping today. What did I get? Besides the fishie... two T-shirts. That's it. Outlet mall let me down. All the stores I've always gotten jeans from either disappeared, changed their stock, or just didn't have my size. Is that insane? Until a year ago they had every size below the size I needed, but never the size I needed, and now it's the same way, but with 2 sizes smaller. Either life sucks or everyone else lost weight too. Or probably both.
So I notice a trend. Remember not long ago when my dad made me Snoopy-shaped waffles one morning for no apparent reason? And then made me a banana pizza the same day for dinner? Well, a couple weeks ago I mentioned to him that I'd seen commercials for IHOP stuffed french toast on Food Network, and I wanted to try it sometime if there was an IHOP anywhere in this... well, state. We never decided if there was... but in its stead, this past Sunday morning, dad made me stuffed french toast. With homemade blackberry (or was it raspberry...) jelly as filling and topping. And today he was planning out loud possible methods for a new ice cream recipe that I suggested to him long ago - peach mint. My dad is amazing. I could tell him I wanted to try a snow crab dinner with crackers 'n caviar and shark's fin soup and he'd go out and find the ingredients.
I should go to bed now. Because my waterbed is freshly replaced and refilled, which means it's still frigid, which means I have to sleep in the living room again. But this time dad will be up and around no later than 6, inevitably waking me up, and by the time he leaves for work the sun will be up, pounding against my eyelids and keeping me awake until mom gets up a few hours later, by which time my night will be over and I'll have slept about 3 hours. For the second night in a row. This is supposed to be spring break, for crying out Bob.
Oh well. Time to go find something to do until I can't keep my eyes open anymore.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/25/2004 01:11:00 AM
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