Time Capsule Tuesday: Fish Out of Water

Okay, here we go. New tradition.

There are 735 pictures of me tagged on Facebook. Today, I went on random.org and generated a random number out of these 735, to select one specific picture, a unique snapshot of a moment in time.

It picked...

124. And therefore, I am going to go to my Facebook page and pull out the one hundred and twenty fourth photo for your viewing and my explaining pleasure.

*ahem*.

Well then.

This is thrilling. See, this is the problem with random number generators. You get a photo of the back of my head.

Although, this, while just being a photo of the back of my head, does have somewhat of a story behind it.

You see, this picture was taken by my dearest friend Ryan, during the run of the school play, The Whole Darn Shooting Match, in which I was the leading lady, Elaine Stowe. It ran in November, right before thanksgiving, and was set in an office in the early 1960's, which is why I'm dressed like that.

Anywho, this photo is clearly capturing my reaction to our director and drama teacher brutally murdering our fish.

Not all shows have live animals on stage. Ours had a fish. We were in this quirky office and every scene had more and more complex and bizarre props, by the end there was a fish tank on stage.

I had painstakingly taken care of this fish, since my mom was assistant directing and it lived at our house for weeks before being being brought to school. Every morning before 0 period I would feed it and say "Good Morning, Mr. Warneke!". I made sure he was never in too bright or too dark of a room, and that he was always cheerful, or as cheerful as a fish could be.

He had a weird nose fungus, which made him all the more adorable.

Our drama teacher killed him in cold blood.

Well, not really in cold blood. I told her during study hall that if she just dumped water from the sink into his fish tank without purifying it and stuff with the chemicals my mother had put in her desk, that he would die. She looked at me and said "No, he'll be fine."

She then proceeded to kill the fish. I mean, I hate to say I told you so, but you killed the freaking fish, so I. Told. You. So.

So here I am, yelling at somebody because my fish was dead. And because it was Ms. Sain's fault.

I think I'm going to do this more often. I think I'm going to call it "Time Capsule Tuesday". I like that, it has a nice ring to it.

love,
me.