I hate feeling like I have no purpose, you know, no direction, as if I don't really have anything to do but so many things to do all at once, so many trivial things to do. And that feeling is now.

In other news, I have a man crush on my dive instructor. Note I said man crush, an important distinction (see for explaination) considering that he is 40-something. He's just so cool! He was a Navy diver and worked as the head of a resorts dive operations in the British Virgin Islands for a while, plus he's really smart and interesting. *Sigh*

Oh, I did get my certification, after a couple of barfs and open water divers. I even got to keep an ear infection from the pool as a souvenier of the experience! Wooo!

I'm frustrated, almost cried in Walgreens today I was so mad at the pharmacist (I gave them my prescription and proceeded to wait in the waiting area for 40 minutes before asking the clerk, "umm, is it ready yet?" and the response being, "yes, it's been right here for a while" me: "so do you normally tell your customers that their prescriptions are ready, or do you let them wait and indefinite period of time before ending their boredom in those little plastic chairs over there" him: "I didn't realize you were waiting." *fume*), and am having a stupid fight with my mom. More like my mom is angry at me, and I'm ignoring it because I think she's being a little ridiculous, which makes her even more mad because she wants me to get upset that she's upset! And while I'm excited about leaving for Costa Rica in T-minus 2 days, I'm also starting to experience anxiety associated with doing things for the last time. I hate finality. I hate the feeling, when I left that last dive class, of knowing that I will never ever ever again see the people in my class -- not because I liked them so much, just because of the finality of it all. sigh.

I got my hair cut today. I like it. If I can figure out how, maybe I'll post a picture of it (since I got a digital camera to take to Costa Rica! woo! A Kodak DX6490)

Bye for now from a wish-I-weren't-apathetic-feeling girl.

A Fish Died Today at Work

To be completely honest, the fish (I'll call it "Goldsters") actually died Wednesday, when I went to work with my dad to act as his AutoCAD worker-bee. He's working on a new phase of his BioKat project (I can't release too many details, or I'd have to do unfortunate things to you) that involves the cheapest pet store goldfish available.

(Aside: did you know that male and female goldfish are different colors, a common phenomenom in the natural world, but a trait I never knew GOLDfish exhibited. In the tank there were silvery and gold colored fishies. Hmmm.)

Around 10:30 am EST I walked past the tank on the way to the bathroom and noticed Goldsters sure was inspecting the filter awfully closely. A little too closely, I thought, but I really had to pee so I moved on without giving it too much thought. Sure enough, though, as we discovered a few hours later, Goldsters was as dead as the day is short and in its deadness was being sucked mercilessly against the filter; its limp body was tauntly wrapped around the filter's three-quarter-inch diameter, its left eye preternaturally staring down all passers-by.

My dad did the noble thing by donning a latex lab glove, reaching in, and (gently, I'd like to say) peeling Goldsters off its mount and dropping it into the toilet, for a waterside eternal resting place. I sang the traditional goldfish dirge, "Should old aquaintance be forgot, doo doo doo do doo..." and watched Goldsters swirl to her next home. You'll be missed, little fishy.

In other news of this suffix of the semester, prefix to the summer, I began dive class today. By next Sunday at 5 pm I will be a registered, PADI certified, card-toting Open Water Diver. Sargeant majors of the world (aka "bumblebee fish"), you have been warned.

I've been gathering the various things I'll need for my Costa Rica trip this past week and a half, and actually feel pretty prepared. I'm very excited to go, meet my family, and immerse myself in the environment. I'm not even very concerned about the language barrier (hey, if I could handle French speaking countries, considering I don't know a lick of French, certainly I can handle a Spanish speaking one especially sicne it won't really be any different -- no, seriously, I'm not joking -- from here in South Florida).

I'm very optimistic about the future right now. I've been doing some research on graduate schools, the Peace Corp., and jobs, and I feel confident that everything's going to work out for the best, as long as I make a concerted effort at keeping all of my options open (applying for schools and the PeaceCorp, taking the GRE...). I'm also excited about the Fall, for which I will have three (3!) sources of income -- the 'Nique, my lander research, and I'm going to be a grader for a Heat Transfer class. Pretty cool, huh? (NERD!!)

Anyway, it's almost nine pm and that means I need to put on my pj's and watch the movie I borrowed from Danny. I love doing nothing. *sigh* :) Goodnight for now, World.