I hate hate.
Hey, I should be doing my homework right now, but screw that. I have something to do in math but i didnt write it down, it's like four problems or something, so who cares. I have this thing now where i stay up waaaaaay too late, and just do my homework then; at anywhere between twelve and two, because the twilight zone is on from one to two, i doubt if anyone else likes that show but I think it's awesome. Rod Serling is a genious, here's a quote i heard on the show that he said and I looked up, he was summarizing what the episode was all about, the moral i guess:
"A sickness known as hate; not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ--but a sickness nonetheless, highly contagious, deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone--look for it in a mirror. Look for it before the light goes out altogether."
Good eh? I thought so. A lot of people could benefit from that, a lot. Actually everyone I know could benefit from it.
In other news; one of my fish died. It was extremely sad, R.I.P. Alphabet. I pretty much hate myself for it, what the hell kind of life is that? Get taken away from your mom and dad, thrown into an aquarium where you have to fight off all the other hungry fish, make it out of that alive, get thrown into a little tiny bag for about a 45 minute ride home, thrown into an aquarium where you just sit there for about a month or so, and then just die. It's miserable. Yeah they have like a five second memory span or something like that, but I still think it's horrible, cause they are supposed to be able to remember really important things and not normal every day stuff that they do more than once, so I bet all he could remember as his gills and little heart were starting to give out was swimming around in a lake with his mom and dad, having the most fun he'll ever have and not even knowing it.
His death was kind of symbolic for me in a couple ways, I guess it symbolized the death of something else, but I hate getting into all that drama crap. Word is still alive, so I should be thankfull for that, I hope he'll start eating again, cause for some reason he decides that he doesn't like those little flake things that I give him. Wow i'm sure you're all excited to hear me blabber on about my fish. Well fuck you, it's a damn journal I'll write what I want in it.
It got me thinking though, hopefully there's a huge water planet waaaaaaay out there somewhere, where fish people get air tight aquariums and put little people in them. And then the people die. That thought makes me feel a little better. But, um, I don't know what else to write about. So I think I will go do my spanish homework or something. Later.
"A sickness known as hate; not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ--but a sickness nonetheless, highly contagious, deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone--look for it in a mirror. Look for it before the light goes out altogether."
Good eh? I thought so. A lot of people could benefit from that, a lot. Actually everyone I know could benefit from it.
In other news; one of my fish died. It was extremely sad, R.I.P. Alphabet. I pretty much hate myself for it, what the hell kind of life is that? Get taken away from your mom and dad, thrown into an aquarium where you have to fight off all the other hungry fish, make it out of that alive, get thrown into a little tiny bag for about a 45 minute ride home, thrown into an aquarium where you just sit there for about a month or so, and then just die. It's miserable. Yeah they have like a five second memory span or something like that, but I still think it's horrible, cause they are supposed to be able to remember really important things and not normal every day stuff that they do more than once, so I bet all he could remember as his gills and little heart were starting to give out was swimming around in a lake with his mom and dad, having the most fun he'll ever have and not even knowing it.
His death was kind of symbolic for me in a couple ways, I guess it symbolized the death of something else, but I hate getting into all that drama crap. Word is still alive, so I should be thankfull for that, I hope he'll start eating again, cause for some reason he decides that he doesn't like those little flake things that I give him. Wow i'm sure you're all excited to hear me blabber on about my fish. Well fuck you, it's a damn journal I'll write what I want in it.
It got me thinking though, hopefully there's a huge water planet waaaaaaay out there somewhere, where fish people get air tight aquariums and put little people in them. And then the people die. That thought makes me feel a little better. But, um, I don't know what else to write about. So I think I will go do my spanish homework or something. Later.