Basements and Neighbors… and dumb doors…

I think someone has put a curse on me… in the past two days I’ve been “’locked out” three times. These are the first instances of me being locked out in the last 4 months of living here! Someone is really happy about locking my door. The first two times I was able to crawl through the window, thank goodness for basement apartments! My neighbor, Wylie, got a good laugh watching me crawl in on one of these occasions. Today the window was locked as well… so that meant one thing… go find Trevor… Trevor is amazing at credit carding doors, its a beautiful talent and I’m glad that he has it! I was very thankful for it today. He came over and within a few seconds I was back in my apartment. Let this be a lesson to you kids… always have a good looking neighbor that can card your door!

Suicidal Fish

First… a little back story…

A few months ago I bought a fish. A beta fish. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out a name for him, so he has been “fish with no name” Well… Today he got a name..For anyone that has not read The Hunger Games, I’m sorry if this is a spoiler for you.

So today after church I decided to clean my fish bowl. I went about my normal routine of filling a mug with new water for him to swim in while I cleaned his home and placed him in it (I was really surprised that it took less than five minutes to catch him, more like 2 seconds this time) Normally he is a pretty laid back fish, so I thought I’d be fine leaving him in the mug while the home teachers came. (Which it was a really good visit today.) Well, they were here for an hour, so when they had left I figured the new water in the bowl would be ready for the fish to be put back in. Small problem… I went to the mug and there was no fish in it. I checked the bowl to see if I had put him back in with out thinking about it… no fish… so then I figure he’s jumped out. No good! He’s not on the counter anywhere… so that leaves—the floor! Crap! The fish was lying in the middle of the floor! I thought for sure he was dead. I tried to pick him up and he jumped… good sign! He’s a fighter! (and I found out that beta’s don’t really need to get their oxygen from the water like other fish) So I put him back in the bowl and he started swimming around like nothing had happened. This earned him a name…

Gale

If you have read The Hunger Games and Catching Fire you know that Gale is a strong person that wants to escape his environment and is willing to fight for change.(And he’s also tall dark and handsome…) Well, apparently my fish wanted to escape, and definitely is a fighter! So his name is Gale.