Insanity, quietness, Dante

Well I'm back in Nac now and I am unpacked and well fed. It's nice here. Very quiet.

My house is insanity. Brooklynn is a handful, to say the least. I have been running around after her for the past two weeks.She locked herself in the bathroom in a fit of anger, pulls the dog's hair, tells me to take a bath and leave the room, then she'll do something really cute to make all the annoyance go away. She'll cuddle up with me in a chair and proceed to sing that Barney song to me right after she finishes up a huge fit.

I left all the chaos at home in Angleton. Cecelia is much calmer, and she even had a cherry limaid waiting for me in the fridge when I arrived at the apt. I have a great roomie.

On a sad note, my fishie died on the way back to Nac today. Dante is a beta, kinda old and he's been sick. It was hard flushing him down the toilet. I have had him pretty much the whole time I have been in college, and I felt like I was flushing a piece of my life in the toilet. I know it sounds corny, but it is true. Dante was with me when I lived with all four roomates, even the crazy, dirty one. He was with me throughout my RA gig, and the move to the apt. I guess he just represented to me a few years of my life I would love to get back. The people I spent time with, the relationships I had, my friends..... Alot of those things are gone now, and so is my fishie.

He was a good fish, very beautiful and I would watch him for hours. I'll get back in the beta business sometime, but not now. O well. It happens.