fish are friends, not food.

Well, our friend Rex is dead. So sad. The worst part is, I WATCHED HIM DIE. That sounds very sadistic of me, but what happened is I went to feed him yesterday and he was acting strangely. Flopping around and breathing heavily close to the surface of the water. So I yell to Rob (his family owns a fish store after all)
"Come here, the fish is acting weird." So he comes and he looks and says "I think he's dead." And I'm like "No, he was just flopping around a second ago, that's why I called you in here." And Rob is like "I think he's dead."
I still didn't believe him, and he left and after a couple of minutes I realize the fish really is dead and I witnessed his last moments in life. Oh well.

On a different note, Emily came to visit and no she is not a fish nor is she food, she is my best friend. We have been friends since we were about seven- that never sounded impressive to me before, but now that we are 23 it does. We don't get to see each other as much anymore because I live in NC now and she still lives in VA when she's not out at BYU-Idaho or on a mission, so we had a good time. We had a couple of catching-up conversations-good food eating-more talking-movie watching-trying on jeans-hair-cutting days. It was nice. But she had to go home yesterday and now I miss her. I can't wait until we see each other again! (Hopefully soon)

Emily and I