Dedicated to Rick Allen

Yesterday morning while I was in class (may I add my smallest and lousiest class in the sense that nobody talks or gives any feedback about anything whatsoever, unless you're making weather small-talk with the Vancouver native - who is very snippy to inform all of us that she, contrary to popular belief, is NOT used to the cold weather here because unlike what all of us nimrods choose to believe, Vancouver is in fact not bitter cold, but mild and rainy due to the sea), my phone started to vibrate in its awkwardly eccentric and incessant pattern as my dad called. As a clear distraction to the entire class, I hurried to ignore the call, and turn my phone off in fear of a voicemail or perhaps a second call. Class carried on. I returned to the dorm and listened to the message Pops had left me:

"What has 9 arms and sucks?

....brief pause

Def Leppard! Get it? Have a nice day"

Otis, a fish interested in the Arts.

This is my new fish called Otis. I was bummed about coming back to school, but bringing my new friend made it that much more exciting. He is my first Beta, for some reason I have always been against them, and opted for the goldfish of whatever type, but there's a beginning for everything I guess. My dad had a beta once, his name was Alpha. 

Otis is sick. He had/has a fungal infection, so I went off and got him antibiotics of some sort which then turned his water bright green, but if he is healing, then I can stand the color. Hopefully the little guy will pull through. He and I watched Helvetica together. He, unlike my previous fish, has a more sophisticated taste, one which enjoys documentaries of typography. 

My two roommates and I have our first tap dance lesson tonight.