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listening to: Gackt - Memories
I'm in a J-drama kick again. Blast Matsu Takako for being so cute. And blast [jem] even more for not having anyone online to seed Itsumo Futari De 3 for me. >_< Mmm, J-drama. I have a list of titles I want and fully intend to download in the near future. :P After Itsumo Futari De is done, there's... Great Teacher Onizuka, Omiai Kekkon (it don't get much more mismatched than Matsu Takako and Yuusuke Santamaria...), Beautiful Life, Pride, Long Vacation, Summer Snow, and possibly Home & Away. Or just the last episode of that one, because it was hilarious. A mob kidnapping and the suitcase saves the day. :P *die*
Today was Take Your Daughter/Son/Kid-You're-Probably-Not-Related-To-But-Who'd-Rather-Follow-You-Around-All-Day-Than-Go-To-School Day. I figured this out on my own after seeing kids ALL OVER the place, all day. From little squirts barely big enough to walk, to high school kids that could've fit in perfectly well on the student scene if not restricted to staying by their parents' sides. In high school I went to work with my dad for this occasion two years in a row. First year was fun, but the second year it felt like he didn't really want me there, so I didn't go a third time. Meh.
Pixel scared the crap out of me yesterday. Ok... all the bettas I've had were the type to get so excited at the prospect of food that they'd actually jump out of the water to get it, right? Well, with the boys, they never seem to clear more than about half their little squirmy bodies above the surface. Too much finnage weighing them down, I guess. But a tiny little female like Pixel, with no big long heavy fins dragging behind her... different story. Took the lid off the tank to drop in the kibble, and I swear she freakin' breached. Her whole body was airborne. Another inch closer to the edge of the tank, and she would've been splattered on the floor in a heartbeat. T_T I've heard far too many horror stories of bettas jumping out of their tanks and injuring themselves or dying...
While I'm on the subject... yes, bettas are instinctive jumpers. If they see an opportunity, or if they feel cramped or uncomfortable, they'll hop around until they find a more suitable place to call home. Now, someone needs to explain this to all those peanut-brained pet store workers who'll tell you they keep bettas in those tiny nasty filthy little cups of doom because in the wild they're used to living in mud puddles.
I seriously want to smack these people around until they need gill implants to breathe. Wild bettas live in rice paddies. Rice paddies are huge, well-aerated, and naturally filtered, and did I mention HUGE? And if one gets so unlucky as to be trapped in a mud puddle, it will jump into a larger body of water or die trying, because it knows it will die if it doesn't get out of there and find more water. Do these morons not figure this out when they show up for work and see rows of empty cups on the shelf and dried-out bettas lying around everywhere? Ugh. Mud puddles. People are idiots.
Wild bettas and pet store bettas aren't even the same fish, anyway. Pet bettas are just that - pets. They're bred to look pretty and wave around those long showy fins, not to survive. Wild bettas are a different taxonomical species altogether, and they have very short fins. If you put a pet store betta in a rice paddy, no matter how well-aerated and naturally filtered it is, that betta will die very quickly. Shortly after all his very long, bred-for-beauty fins - which are so delicate, the ridges on your fingertips are probably rough enough to tear them - have been torn off by plant matter and other debris. Put one in a mud puddle and death will be pretty much instant.
*ahem* Sorry. I needed to rant. I'm a betta person.
Tonight I have to do research on Thailand so I can go talk to my professor about it tomorrow in preparation for this monstrous term paper that is going to eat me this quarter. I wish I could drop this class. I'm serious. I've never hated a class so much I wanted to drop it, but not only can I not stand this class, I also know it's going to kill me. I didn't want it. It has NOTHING to do with my specialization or interests, and it was designed for people who are majoring in the subject. It will never benefit me in any way; on the contrary, the impossibility of it is going to tear my insides to shreds in the coming weeks. But if I don't take it AND get a decent grade, I can't graduate with honors (might not even be able to graduate period), which means all the stress and ulceration and various other crap I've been through with scheduling, honors contract, evil/impossible classes, etc. would have been a complete waste. Screw it. I don't have a choice. Funny, suddenly I'm looking forward to graduation... assuming I can even pass this stupid class. By 'pass,' I mean get a C or better. Because if I don't, I can kiss my diploma-with-honors goodbye.
Any experts on population, food, and environmental issues in Thailand out there who'd like to write a 15-20 page term paper on it for me? If not... anyone got a good Glock? If I'm gonna die anyway, might as well do it before this class roasts me from the inside out. -_-
Heh, my computer is about to eat itself in a huge way because I have 2 Torrents seeding at the same time, AIM and Winamp running, and am typing this blog. Plus it got mad the other day and decided to take a few bites out of itself just as a warning, so now it's lagging so bad it's not funny... but I refuse to restart it because then I'll lose 3+ days of progress on my randomized 700-song playlist. :P
I still need a Livejournal code. Anyone feeling generous? I'll add you to my friends list! >.>
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 4/22/2004 07:39:00 PM
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