In response to you writing that last personal professional essay i offer this to you.

 

 
 

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice.  I have

been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more

efficient in the area of heat retention.  I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban

refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.

Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

 

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot

bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute

Brownies in twenty minutes.  I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and

an outlaw in Peru.

 

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended

a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants.  I

play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous

documentaries.  When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard.

I enjoy urban hang gliding.  On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical

appliances free of charge.

 

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.  Critics

worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear.  I don't

perspire.  I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail.  I have been

caller number nine and have won the weekend passes.  Last summer I toured New

Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration.  I bat .400.  My

deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.

Children trust me.

 

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy.  I

once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and

still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening.  I know the

exact location of every food item in the supermarket.  I have performed

several covert operations for the CIA.  I sleep once a week; when I do sleep,

I sleep in a chair.  While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated

with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery.  The laws of

physics do not apply to me.

 

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.  On

weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami.  Years ago

I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.  I have made

extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.  I

breed prizewinning clams.  I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving

competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin.  I have played

Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

 

But I have not yet gone to college.

It's still really stirred up and will take a couple days to settle, once i can see the rocks i'll take another picture, upload it and let you see it, then probably move it all around and repeat the process.

Sidenote, my snowflake eel is still at the shop and the boss is talking of making me the GM for the store, I'm torn.  The place is 250k in the hole per the owner/boss and he can be a total prick at times but i do need a job, and i'm becoming quite the fish expert... what to do.
 

Tank 1 - the orginal, 10 gallon. 4 cherry barbs and 6 cardinal tetras. oh, and one small pleco to clean because i'm lazy.
 

Tank 2 - the upgrade - 30 gallon with one single green spotted puffer, it's too bad he's a dick or there would be much more in that tank, but i love him toooooo much to put him in something smaller.


Tank 3 - the infirmary/project tank - 20 gallon tall with a single chinese algae eater, these guys kill other fish, he might be getting the toilet treatment soon to accomodate something i want.


Tank 4 - the planter - 12ish clumps of live plants and 2 small plecos with 4 silver hatchet tetras.


 

So, as of today.  4 tanks, 19 fish.  I'll let you know the count tomorrow.  Though it better be fucking 19 as all my water is perfect right now.  We'll see.