Something's FISHy

What I don't want to forget is the pleasure taken by simple things. I've been having so medical problems lately that have been nothing less than just depressing. Being honest, getting out of bed has been quite a struggle, probably the equivalent to Oprah going on a hunger strike, nearly impossible. But today when I was driving home I decided to make a change and do something...that something, incidently, was going to Petco and buying a fish. Now, sophmore year I had a fish, Fendi (RIP God rest his little soul) who I may or may not have put in cold Brita water....ok ONE TIME. But this time it was going to be different, which I had to reassure my boyfriend on the phone while sorting through which one I wanted. Petco has some haggard fish, let me tell you I swear finding one with both eyes and a whole tail was difficult. Where did they fish come from, straight from the fish fight? And it wasn't like aww cute but sad, a kitty with one eye, I'll call him winky. No, this was like eww where you born next to a nuclear power plant? Ok back to the story, besides no one being there to help me, I picked out all of my fish products and rung this bad boy up, Fendi II was now mine. His pinky glow was hopefully going to change something in my life.
Being depressed, I want something to need me to take care of it. I wanted something that depends on me and only me. Something that forces me to keep going. If it takes a fish to get me out of bed, even just to feed it, it is well worth the $24.51. Hopefully, I have found a way to buy a little bit of happiness.
Well it is still the first day and Fendi II is all set up in his new palace. We'll see how this goes, but I definitely have a good feeling about this one.
So what I really want to remember is to take pleasure in the simple things like buying a fish. Even though I looked like a forth grader walking into Petco with my pink backpack on and walked into the fish section, it gave me a chance to laugh at myself, and remember what it felt like when I did this when I was younger. When buying a fish was like buying a new friend, I mean a friend that would probably die in a year and could easily be replaced, but still. The simple things in life are what keep up going and remind us what it feels like to be content.

Gloomy excuses.

What I don't want to forget come daylight is...gloomy days. There is something about them that excuse any physical appearance. Someone can have a Hello Kitty tattoo across their face, but it's completely ok because it's a gloomy day. This is the type of day where the hair goes up, unwashed and nasty, and the good old sweatpants come out. The best thing is to curl up in bed and read...pr watch Glee...with a cup of tea. But when we do decide to peal ourselves out of bed or off the couch there is ALWAYS that one person who woke up and decided to go all out. They dressed like they are outside of Le Deux ready to get in for a night of entertainment. After a thizz face and a small "bitch" whispered underneath our breath we usually walk past in our nastiest sweatpants that are only accepted in this gloomy season. This days are so precious and rare but for the sake of my social image I'm glad that they are few and far in between, because I feel I would take the role of the nastiest gloomy day wardrobe wearer...let's just say little kids would be scared. Let's all join in and take full advantage of these days...and not be that one girl, you know who I am talking about.