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Dropped math and history of western philosophy. Added biology and psychology, blah blah boring blah. I was a little weary about taking psych since I've already taken it in college and high school but all my doubts were put behind me when I entered the classroom and about 98% of the students were my very good friends. Most of whom I've yet to have a class with too. So I'm excited. And since I've taken it a couple times, it should hopefully be a breeze.
I was finding parts of the play I'd like to read tomorrow for auditions and I ended up getting extremely anxious. God, I want to be in this play more than anything. After being turned down for the last play, I feel a million times more nervous about this one. *icky butterfly infested tummy moan*
Oh man, I just experienced quite the trauma. As I was sitting here typing, I happened to gaze over at Edward who was uncharacteristically lying motionless on the bottom of his tank. I quickly tapped it and after coming alive for a moment, he again began to solemnly sink to the bottom. So I started panicking a little and after repeatedly smacking his tank to keep him startled and swimming, I realized that I'd forgotten to put his water cleanser in after cleaning his tank. The poor thing was drowning in toxins and chlorine. So after frantically searching my room, I took off down the hallway to see if I had dropped in on my way in after getting it from Steven's. Nope, not there. So then I ran outside (barefoot) all the way to my car. And there it was, resting right in my seat. Only my door was locked so I had to run back to my room, grab keys, run back to the car, grab water cleanser, and run back to my room where Edward was now lying awkwardly in a motionless nose-dive position. So without hesitation, I squirted some in there and stirred it up with my finger. I sprinkled in some food to keep him motivated to live and he hasn't stopped swimming happily about ever since. Phwew.... touch and go there for a second.
This is the longest living fish I've had in my whole life, I think.
Time to do some reading, rehearsing, and resting.
I was finding parts of the play I'd like to read tomorrow for auditions and I ended up getting extremely anxious. God, I want to be in this play more than anything. After being turned down for the last play, I feel a million times more nervous about this one. *icky butterfly infested tummy moan*
Oh man, I just experienced quite the trauma. As I was sitting here typing, I happened to gaze over at Edward who was uncharacteristically lying motionless on the bottom of his tank. I quickly tapped it and after coming alive for a moment, he again began to solemnly sink to the bottom. So I started panicking a little and after repeatedly smacking his tank to keep him startled and swimming, I realized that I'd forgotten to put his water cleanser in after cleaning his tank. The poor thing was drowning in toxins and chlorine. So after frantically searching my room, I took off down the hallway to see if I had dropped in on my way in after getting it from Steven's. Nope, not there. So then I ran outside (barefoot) all the way to my car. And there it was, resting right in my seat. Only my door was locked so I had to run back to my room, grab keys, run back to the car, grab water cleanser, and run back to my room where Edward was now lying awkwardly in a motionless nose-dive position. So without hesitation, I squirted some in there and stirred it up with my finger. I sprinkled in some food to keep him motivated to live and he hasn't stopped swimming happily about ever since. Phwew.... touch and go there for a second.
This is the longest living fish I've had in my whole life, I think.
Time to do some reading, rehearsing, and resting.