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KiSSaDiLLa .
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Yoga. Craftin. Travels. Rock shows. Vegetarianism. Medical Technology.

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Monday, May 15, 2006 / 7:03 PM

well yesterday for mother's day we went to zimerino's in arlee but i don't really like italian food. it was a feat anyway because it was the first time i tried eating real food since i got my teeth out. then we went to the fish hatchery and i got over the fish tank heater thing because there are 'other fish in the sea.' they were so cool. you could wave your arm and they would swim in the direction you waved in a huge swarm. then we flicked spiders in and they ate them. woo.

so i guess i can't leave my fish tank here anymore because no one else knows how to take care of them. my mom says it was probably marshall who did it though. that makes me angry. i don't know if i want another pleco, but i can see the algae fogging the sides already so i'm going to need a fish that eats algae off the sides. then i might get a couple more guppies and then i won't allow any more fish in there. you're supposed to have one inch of fish per gallon...i'm at capacity as it is but i keep it really clean...

and the day before my surgery my mom and my grandma and i went for a walk and we decided to look through this little house that was for sale. it was one of the coolest houses i've ever seen. the rooms were small and cozy, in the bathroom was one of those old fashioned bath tubs with a plant and a window, and old wooden creaky floors through the whole thing. don't know why i like those things but ok. maybe it was just the way the lady had it decorated. i also found a quarter in an alley. that actually helped supress my anxiety for the rest of that evening...

i've been unpacking and cleaning up my room for the past two days...my mom won't let me throw anything away either and i hate seeing clutter so i'm forced to shove it all in my closet...grr...

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