A Tribute

In Loving Memory of:

Finn (Finnigan) the Fish

Although we didn't know each other long... (12 days to be exact)  I still loved you...

You weren't even around long enough for me to get a picture of you.

And even though I've had fish before, you will have a special place in my heart.  Right there next to Snowy the Hermit Crab, and Gerald the Duck.  I hope your ride on the great big Sewer Line Coaster was a blast!

Finnigan the Fish died today of unknown causes.  He was a good fish and never jumped out of his bowl.  He will be dearly missed by all who knew him.  May his little spirit rest in peace.

Currently: I am. I want. I'm not.

I enjoy doing absolutely nothing but no longer than an hour or two at a time... :)
I recently rediscovered my love for home grown string beans.
I can't work on one project longer than an hour at a time.  I have crafting ADD.
I got a pet fish.  His name is Finn.  Finnigan for when he's in trouble.
I buy shoes too often to ever wear them out.
I constantly slip off into daydreams.
I love writing what I want.  Not what I'm told to write.
I'm excited  for football games and pep rallies and fall leaves and jackets and pumpkins.
I'm adventurous.

I want to travel.  There's a very large part of me that wants to do nothing more than take off on a grand adventure.
I want a dog.
I want to witness a major historic event.
To play the cello.
Summer to never end.
To live in a grand old house in England.

I'm not a wonderfully good person.  I'm not a horribly bad person. I'm me and there's pretty much no other way to describe it.
I'm not especially fond of unhappy people.
I'm not excited for tests and projects and deadlines and papers and teachers.
I won't do something I know is wrong, or stupid.
I positively do not, will not and never will like seafood.
I'm stubborn.  I won't give in easily.  Sometimes I won't give in at all.

That's what I am.  That's what I want.  That's what I'm not.  How about you?