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Not much to report...
Still haven't found Scion's body and there is no fishy smell in my room.  So, I have no idea what happened to that fish.

No other fish have died, which is a nice thing.  I feel bad when they die... Usually...

Had a tooth ripped out.  Wisdom.  Figured I'd get it out while I was covered for dental.

Almost done with my room.
Moving things around and getting rid of things.  Mostly getting rid of things really.

Yep life is horribly boring right now.  Except for the crazy people below.

Think I'll enjoy the peace for now.

Wow this is a really boring post isn't it...

BOYS ARE STUPID!!!!!!!! (part 2)

So I get home from work this evening and think "I should feed my... Where's Scion?"

Yep I came home to an empty tank.  The moron jumped.  Worst part?  We can't find the body.  I scoured my room.  The shelf the boys live on.  The desk under the shelf the boys live on.  The book cases under the desk under the shelf that the boys live on.  The cords that drape down below the shelf that the boys live on and behind the desk below the shelf.  We pulled out the book cases below the desk below the shelf.  NOTHING!

Stupid stupid fish!

He's like freaking Houdini and this was his last trick...

Magical Toilet

Kana asked about the Lazarus effect of the toilet on one of my previous fish, so I am humoring her, since she is one of two people who read this blog.

The fish in question was another moon platy named Riku, I got him at the same time I got Scion.  I got them after owning Dante for about a year or so.  I originally put Riku in the tank with Scion.  He wasn't going in with Dante because Dante can be a bit of a bully.  But Scion started picking on Riku as well so Riku got his own tank.  We got him 2 more friend, Daddy-o, formerly known as Sora (yes that was my yaoi obsession) and Auron, another guppy sadly deceased.

I came home to discover Auron doing the backstroke and Sora swimming about.  Riku was nowhere to be seen.  I flushed Auron and proceeded to search my desk area for Riku.  I found him.  Dried out on an old credit card statement.  I sighed and pick up the credit card statement and went to the restroom.  I gently pushed Riku off and was just about to flush the toilet when the bugger started swimming!

I scooped him out of the toilet and rushed him into clean water.  He died about a week later.  I was amazed he survived that long.

Fish are fascinating creatures, and again boys are stupid...

Boys Are STUPID!!!!

Apparently it doesn't matter what species they are.  They are all freaking stupid!

I suppose an explanation might be appreciated.

I am the proud owner of 2 Betta...  Both male, because I like the pretty ones, and the only pretty ones are male...  And both attempted suicide.  Dante, my older red boy, jumped from my hand on to the kitchen counter while transporting him to a different bowl so I could clean his tank.  And while I scrambled to catch him he jumped from the kitchen counter and on to the floor.  The idiot managed to tear half his tail fin off.  It scared the hell out of me and I felt bad as I watched his blood drip in his temporary bowl.  This lead me to looking up possible infections for Betta while I waited for Dante's water to settle

As I put Dante's tank back on the shelf with my other Betta, Scion, blue and young; and the boys, a moon platy, guppy, and bottom feeder: Daddy-o, Laddy-o, and Spook (god bless Carlin), respectively.  I noticed that Scion's fins were crumpled.  Further research leads me to suspect a fungal infection.  I decided to steralize his tank tonight and as I took him out he too jumped onto the kitchen counter, luckily he did not land on the floor like Dante, and there were no ripped fins either.

Both boys have medication in their bowls now, so hopefully there will not be a toilet in their future...

Granted that toilet did have a Lazarus like effect on Riku one of my other fish...

Mostly Dead

Inigo Montoya: He's dead. He can't talk.
Miracle Max: Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there's usually only one thing you can do.
Inigo Montoya: What's that?
Miracle Max: Go through his clothes and look for loose change.

I'M ALIVE!!!!!
...sorta...

I think I've been somewhere between mostly dead and all dead.  Life's been hectic.  Our GM left.  My 'ex' is still trying to remove the 'ex' status.  Concerts and midterms and tennis rackets.  Yes my life is interesting right now.  Parts of it remind me of Manga.  I'd like those parts to stop.  I'm sure my bed, upper back and tennis racket would appreciate it.  Not to mention my clutch, psp, and lip-gloss.


Internet Finds:

I fully intend to own this as soon as I save up the money.  I can just imagine all the bizarre things that will happen to it.

Doodle-Duvet

With friends like these...

Who need's enemys?

or husbands...

And everyone wonders why I don't do drugs

Self-portraits

Creepy Cool

Spiders... Yuck...

A little water never hurt anyone....

I blame my new umbrella.

I got my new umbrella and I was lamenting the fact that the rain was gone.  I wished for more.

THIS IS NOT THE TYPE OF WATER I WANTED!!!!!!

If you're reading this you may not be up to date with current events.

8.9 Earthquake hits Japan

>.>

Sitting and waiting for things to happen is not my style, so now I'm flitting about the house packing and fussing so as not to go into major melt down.

Special people

How hard is it for people to follow instructions?
Don't answer that... Rhetorical...

Training n00bs it a job that has kind of been handed to me.  A job that amuses me considering the fact that the first warning most n00bs receive is 'This is Ari.  She might be the first person you get into a fight with."

Not that I'm a bad person, on most days.  Just that I think at all  a wee differently from most people at the theater.  And most don't get my thought processes.  Or it could be the fact that my volume nob might be kind of set on loud all the time...
Shut up


Either way I usually end up teaching the n00bs during closing shifts.
The n00b I was teaching this past Saturday ended up making me question my current educational path, the teaching program.
He turned the simple process of cleaning the hot dog machine into one of Hercules tasks.

First came trying to remove the caked on grease from the rollers (an easy task depending on the day).  I watched as the poor boy worked himself into a sweat trying to remove the grease.  I took the sponge from him and removed more grease in a few seconds then he had in a few minutes.  In the end it took him almost an hour to get all the grease off.  After that we are supposed to wipe off the remaining grease and soap with a clean wet sponge.  I left him to it while I helped a customer and turned back in time to see him start pouring water over the hot dog machine from a bucket.  I screeched, ran over to stop him, then stared in dismay at the mess he'd just made.  Greasy soapy smelly water pooled under the machine and dripped onto the floor forming a slippery puddle.

I whimpered in agony as he looked at me vapidly and ask "I wasn't supposed to do that?"  At which point I started to laugh loudly (possibly with a hint of hysteria).  And then, amazingly, he tried to turn the hot dog machine back on the wipe down the rollers.  I stopped him because I really didn't feel like dealing with the paper work that would have come from him electrocuting himself.  I moved that hot machine away and put it on its side to let the water drip out and made him clean up the mess he made.  About an hour later we finally got back to finishing the hot machine.  I watched like a hawk while he finished cleaning it.

In the end a task that takes no more then a half an hour at time took almost three hours.

Needless to say, it was a long night.

Rainy Days: The Good, The Bad, and... well, Wet I suppose...

"I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again."

I, personally, love rainy days.  I like to cuddle up under a big blanket and read, watch a DVD with popcorn, or walk out and sit on the bench in the courtyard and stare up at the sky (possible with glasses).

But, as a worker, I hate rainy days.  Only because everyone comes to the theater when it rains.  How backwards is that?  Why go out and get wet and cold, sit in an air conditioned theater, and drink cold soda?  All the while complaining about being cold, the popcorn prices, or why are there so many people in the theater.  Trust me I don't know the answer to the third question and the rest of them I can't answer because it would only piss off the guest.  Lord knows we don't want to do that, customer is always wrong right and all that jazz.


Today was like that.  It has been raining since this morning and I love it up until I walk into work.  Then I'm thrown on reg and am forced to deal with people who have no idea what they are doing.  I ask if they want a drink they say large popcorn.  I repeat my question and they say no.  Then as I'm ringing them up the ask for a large coke.  I feel the veins pulse in my forehead when they pull that.  Are they deaf or doing it on purpose?

After shift was nice.  I stopped in at Jamba and grabbed a white gummie and pizza.  It was still drizzling so I walked home barefoot.  I took a warm shower when I got home, finished my gummie and pizza, and now I'm writing this.  After this I'll feed the boys, play some video game, and pass out under my wonderful thick blanket.

Adieu...

Isn't that what a bathrooms for?

You know, weird things happen in my life...
I've come to except expect that.
There is still, however, a line that when crossed puts my mind on emergency restart.

That line was crossed yesterday at work...

A guys was coming to concession to get his tickets and as he is ordering he undoes his belt opens his pants and shoves his hand down his pants.  I assume this was an attempt to adjust his boxers (I hope).  As this happens I felt my mind fizzle and die.  I stood staring blankly at this display while my mind restarted.  Then I turned an rushed up stairs to start a film...

My only question is why?
The bathroom was about 100 steps away...