It's FRIDAY!

Hopefully it will be a good day. I've got class, voice, class, work... duty. But still-- I checked the UPS shipping thingy, and my package should get here today! *crosses fingers*

Jake, I barely remember you calling last night! I was so asleep-- not to mention a complete wino last night. I hope I made a modicum of sense. I should be available tonight between 5-9 EST. Don't die!

And, somewhat related, I got a new fishie on the advice of one Mr. Christopher Turco. His name? Ivan. Hurricane Ivan, Ivan the Terrible. But currently-- Ivan the wimpy. He was fine in the store, flashing around, building a huge bubblenest. Here, he's been a complete 'fraidy-cat. He swims backwards every time I come near.

He's really pretty, though. He's got a bright blue/teal body and burgundy crowntail fins. I took pictures, but I won't have time to post them until this afternoon.

...And! I can't wait until midnight! LALALALALA!

...or Ivan the Wimptastic. He's incredibly shy.



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So, I'm talking to my dad, figuring out when I'm seeing him tomorrow. He starts waxing nostalgic. "You know, the day I turned 21, I already had you!" Oh, how sweet. And by sweet, I mean creepy. My parents' birthdays are January 17 & January 19th. My birthday is September 18th, and I was delivered on the day the doctor predicted. You know, it just occurred to me that 9 - 1 = 8. Doh. So... if I was already there when my dad turned 21, and by math, I was conceived a month before their twentieth birthdays... oh. Just ew. Contraception, people!

We've decided where we're going tomorrow-- Club Sonar in Baltimore, on Saratoga Street. We will party our collective asses off and drink prettily-colored drinks. Then, if we get bored, we're headed to Orpheus. Noble? Are you free? What's the deal?