Dammit

In my head there are a million short stories and short films. They're all brilliant and would create a name for myself in the literary/filming worlds.


But I've got one issue. They only stay in my head. I can't seem to get them written down. Dammit.


I want to write, but I can't do the writing I want to because my English professor hates this semester's class and is making us write 4 essays for finals. I've got a week to do it, but anyone that knows me will understand that this still sucks. Because I'm gonna wait until the last minute to write something and I'm gonna be so hopped up on coffee that I won't be able to think straight.


I guess that's about it. I just needed to bitch. And to avoid doing my essays.

the story of skookum

I got a male convict chiclid because my female (Pook) was picking up rocks in her mouth and throwing them against my tank at night. Which would be fine, except that I sleep very light these days and the sound wakes me up all the time. Since her only other tank mate was a sucker fish (aptly named Sucky), I decided to journey to the city of Modesto to get a mate for my Pook.


That's when Skookum came in the picture. At first, Pook nipped at him and wouldn't let him eat the fish food, but after about a week she let up and my fish tank was in perfect harmony. It got even better when Pook laid her eggs. I was so excited to be finally getting a little fishie family, until Skookum ate the eggs. Then he started to nibble on Pook's scales, and then last night I see that Sucky is missing his right eye.


That little bastard Skookum ate out Sucky's eye!!! So I took him out of the tank and put him in another container that had warm water from the tank for him and plently of fishie food. And when I get home from class, I find out that Skookum rode the toilet express straight into the sewer plant that's clearly visible from the highway. So rest in peace you little bastard, and thanks for beating up Pook and eating Sucky's eye.

click click click

usually, when i'm at the college library, i'm one of the few that's actually typing. albiet i'm trying emails, mypace comments, and this blog, but i'm still typing and looking productive. today, i was bombarded with the sounds of frantic typing as my fellow columbianites struggle to finish essays for finals week. i'm not used to this sound, especially since i'm in the lab part of the library where people usually listen to music really loud. thank god for the guy behind me, or else i wouldn't know what to do. at least he's doing what everyone else usually does and listening to some screamo rapeo crapo music. i hope i'm not the only person at this college that can appriciate good music. but the evidence otherwise is lacking.....