Say Hello to my Little Fishy Friend....

I have a fish named Bubbles who is 10 years old. This may sound like the begining to a poem, but is really a description of my real life. He is called Bubbles not as a sterotypical fish name, but because anytime I pour water into his tank he zooms over to ride in the bubbles. I suspect it's exciting and fun and akin to a roller coaster for a fish.

As I'm about to embark on several days away from Colorado to visit one of my favorite cities for a big birthday bash, I've started to worry about feeding Bubbles. Since I'm no longer in the Hobbit Hole, I don't have wonderful neighbors who can pop down and feed him. Instead I have scary neighbors who might sell him to the drug dealer upstairs for a fix...although, it'd likely be a tiny little fix. So. I've been looking into the exotic world of vacation feeders for fish.

Every so often, I'll have a pajama day and do absolutely nothing except nap and google David Boreanaz. By night-time, I start to feel guilty that I've got too much time on my hands. Not true. It turns out that writing highly opinionated, snide reviews of various vacation fish feeders is the real test of having too much free time. I've been highly amused at the passionate reviews given on any example of said feeders. It seems there is enough drama boiling in the vacation fish feeder market to rival any crappy 90's tv show.

So. As I want the best for my fabulous fishy friend, I'll be popping over to a pet supply store of unspecified name to spend exactly $2.37. Alas. It seems you can put a price on love.

An Erinku:
Bubbles
you zoom
around saying, in fish-ese,
"OH LOOK!!! A CASTLE!!!!"

On Competition

There is a someone who I've been repeatedly compared to over the past while. Though we do have external things in common, this person makes me cringe whenever I'm around her. I have heard enough comparisons between us,in fact, that some subconscious part of me started taking these seriously.

I'm not sure when this happened. What I do know is that while enjoying some cranky Pandora music, I noticed the quickly-passing thought of, "I can't like this because so-and-so likes this kind of music." That made me pause for a second. I like to think that people are who they are, only; not that they are who they are as a specific reaction to one person. Right. Since I live by myself without finals currently, I've had time to think through and notice all the different life aspects where these comparisons have infiltrated. There are a lot. Alas.

So I'm in the process of reclaiming bits of me. These bits like cranky music, ice cream, walking, my circle of friends, and believing that emotional intelligence is just as important as regular intelligence. So I'm thinking I'm done with the competition bit. I have a lot of awesomeness on my side. It sucks knowing some people, unfortunately, but if life was always easy it wouldn't have terribly dramatic bad t.v. from the 90's.

Moral of today's story: surprise! It's orange-pineapple juice!

An Erinku:
I like the idea
that a certain
musical chord
holds up the clouds

In Which Procrastination Plays a Large Part

Tonight, orchestra rehearsals started up for the new season. We've moved to downtown Boulder, so the after-rehearsal-obligatory-beer can be held at many fun, new locations. Over the course of the evening, I got to sight-read a solo (since I'm pretending to be principal cello for a few weeks), drink some fabulous beer, catch up with friends, got invited to a big bash in March in Las Vegas, and got asked to be a part of a curling team. As I can't even stand on two bare feet without randomly tipping over, my answer, of course, was "Hell yeah!" It turns out the only correct answer to, "Do you want to be on my curling team?" is "yes."

This has been a week of fabulous invitations. I, sadly, had to turn down a trip to Drag Queen Bingo Friday night as I'd already made plans to dance and drink weak margaritas at an outdoor concert. This week has been a very good week. I wonder what adventures will visit me next week? And instead of playing on the internet, I really should be working on my final final for summer quarter. Less than 24 hours to go!!

An Erinku:
I have a
stash of M&M's
in the bottom
of my fridge