Happiness... is Not a Fish You Can Catch

...And apparently neither is a rasbora. Tonight I was cleaning my fish tank and the little fucker jumped out of the net and into the floor vent of no return.

Keep it on the down lo, but I cried for almost an hour.

What am I suposed to feel like when I can't take care of my fish without killing one of them? Arrgh... the worst part of it was I took biology last year so I knew precicely how long it would take for him to die, and I could hear him flip-flopping around for the better part of five minutes and I couldn't reach him. God I feel crappy. I mean, you can't hold an animal with a brain the size of the head of a pin accountable for that. I can try and console myself by saying it's just a fish that didn't have a family and I tried everything I could to save it... but the fact remains that it was alive before I got involved, and now it's dead.

...And if you're reading this and laughing, well, then I hate you. :-P


In other news, Franz Ferdinand kicked teh supreme ass! Everyone at the show was so incredibly pumped, and I was rocking out through their entire set despite experiencing horrible, multiple-stab-wound-like cramps from doing so - I just could not help myself! The Franz Ferdinand guy was rather hot, if I may say so. (Jeffery? Hell, I don't care what his name was. Eye candy does not necessarily need to go by name.) Anyways, if I was a groupie I would most definately sleep with him! ...Tee hee.

The Father rented a Dodge Grand Caravan to get to the concert and so I got to drive it for the rest of the weekend. Now this is going to sound so incredibly lame, but I kind of want a minivan! Maybe it's just my destiny to become a soccer mom, but I really enjoyed driving the minivan. Not to say I'm a sissified driver - not with The Father anyways. I love how I got comments like "Liese, you're not going eighty!" but when I happened to be going 100 in a 60 zone he was perfectly allright with that. ...And I went through the Tim Horton's drive-thru without hitting a curb or a wall or a person! And I passed two cars! Yay! Now I should go celebrate with some special orange juice ;-). ...Just joshin'.

Cheerio.