⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⢟⢟⢻⢹⢫⡛⡻⡻⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⠿⣛⢍⠦⡱⡱⣑⠕⡕⡥⡱⡕⡕⣕⢢⢫⢹⢻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢍⢆⢣⢣⢢⢣⢣⢳⢸⢰⢕⢕⡪⡪⣪⢪⢪⢆⡇⡇⣇⢎⢪⢛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⡑⡌⡪⡰⡱⡱⡱⡳⣕⡯⣮⣗⣵⣳⢾⢽⣺⣞⣯⢷⢯⢷⢵⡳⣕⡕⡕⢝⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡫⢊⠌⡆⡕⣕⣵⣳⢽⢽⣫⣷⣻⣳⣻⢾⡽⣽⢯⣷⣻⣞⡿⣽⢯⡯⣟⣮⡻⣎⢧⡊⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⡑⢌⢢⢱⡸⣪⢗⣗⣗⢿⢽⣳⣻⣺⢽⡽⣯⣻⢽⡽⣞⣗⡯⣯⢯⣻⣺⡳⣳⢽⡺⣝⢮⡢⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡟⠔⢌⠢⡪⡪⡮⡳⣝⢮⢮⡫⣗⢗⣗⣝⢗⡽⣺⡪⡻⡺⡵⡳⡝⡮⣫⢺⢜⢮⢳⢣⢯⣪⡳⡵⡘⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠇⡑⠄⠕⡸⡱⡝⣝⢮⡳⡳⡝⣎⢧⢳⣸⡱⣱⡱⣕⢽⢜⢮⡺⡪⣞⣜⢮⢮⢮⢎⡧⣳⢕⢵⡹⡌⢾⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠡⠨⡨⠊⡜⢜⢜⢎⢗⣝⢮⢯⡺⣝⣗⣗⡯⡷⡯⣗⡯⣯⡳⡽⣽⡺⡾⡽⣝⡷⣝⣞⢗⢝⡕⣇⢇⢽⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡏⢌⠰⡐⡑⢌⢎⢪⢪⡳⡵⡽⣕⡯⣗⢗⢗⢯⢫⡫⡳⡝⡎⡏⡝⡎⡎⢯⠹⡪⡪⡳⢭⢳⡳⡽⣺⢜⠔⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢂⢂⢂⠢⡊⡢⡱⡱⡵⡯⡯⠯⡳⡹⠸⡘⡘⡐⠅⢊⠂⠅⠕⡡⡑⢌⠨⠐⡁⡊⢐⠁⡊⠐⠅⢍⠪⠹⡨⣻⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢀⠂⢄⠕⡌⡪⡸⢸⠘⢌⢂⢑⢐⢈⠐⡀⠄⠐⡈⠠⢈⠨⠐⡐⠄⠅⠂⡁⠄⠂⡀⠂⢄⢅⢕⢢⢊⢐⢐⢜⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠠⠨⠐⡌⢎⢪⢊⠢⢁⢂⠢⠪⡒⢕⠱⡐⠅⡂⢐⠄⢂⠠⢁⢂⠅⡅⠅⡀⠂⡁⠄⠡⢑⢐⠡⠱⠐⢄⠢⡑⣿⣿
⣿⢳⢄⠊⡐⢜⢸⠰⡡⡑⡐⠄⡑⠡⠁⠅⠂⠂⢂⠐⢀⠐⠠⢐⢐⣕⣕⡕⡅⡐⠠⠄⡂⢁⠠⠄⡂⠡⡈⠄⡌⢎⢺⣿
⣿⠄⢇⠧⡀⡣⡊⡎⡲⡨⡠⡡⡐⢄⠅⢊⠄⡁⡂⠅⡐⢠⢑⠔⣕⢵⣳⢽⣪⢌⢢⢁⢂⠂⢂⢂⢂⠣⡱⡱⣕⢕⢝⣿
⡗⡰⡣⠡⠣⡊⢆⢣⢣⡳⣵⣣⡣⡑⠌⠂⢂⢂⢐⢰⢨⠪⡢⡫⡮⣻⣺⣻⡮⣇⢧⢱⢱⢨⢰⢀⣂⢪⢪⡺⣎⢧⠣⣿
⡏⡐⠈⢨⢜⢌⢊⢎⢎⢞⡺⡪⢮⠫⡍⢎⢆⢖⢜⣔⡕⢕⡵⣝⣞⢷⣻⣽⣽⣳⣝⢮⣺⣊⢞⢼⢔⢵⡱⡹⡸⡸⡸⣸
⣷⡐⢅⠪⡣⡑⠔⢌⢎⢎⢎⢎⢎⣪⡪⡮⣳⠽⢕⢕⣜⡷⣯⢷⣝⣯⢿⣳⢯⢷⢯⣻⢾⢽⡳⡑⠽⣕⢧⢳⢱⢱⢑⢼
⣿⡌⢧⣊⢪⠨⡊⡢⡡⡃⡇⣏⢞⢜⣎⢯⡪⢍⠢⡘⡐⠍⠝⢝⠺⡺⠹⡪⡙⢍⢓⠝⢌⢑⢐⠌⠨⡘⡜⣕⢕⢕⠰⣹
⣿⣯⠪⡪⡢⡕⠰⠨⡢⠪⡸⡰⡱⣣⢳⠱⡨⠢⣝⢵⡐⢄⠌⠄⠌⠠⠑⡐⢈⠂⠡⠨⡐⡔⡭⣣⠡⢐⠨⠪⡪⢢⠱⣸
⣿⣿⣎⣪⣊⣌⠪⡨⢂⠣⠪⡘⡜⢜⢌⠪⡐⣝⢎⢧⢣⢣⢑⢅⠅⢅⠂⠄⢂⢈⠨⣈⡢⡡⢣⢳⢹⢔⠨⡨⠨⠢⡑⢼
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣗⠅⡊⢔⠡⡑⠌⠜⢌⢢⢑⢼⢸⢜⢕⢕⢕⢕⠥⠣⡓⡊⡚⠢⡃⠫⢨⠨⣊⢣⠣⡣⡣⡣⡘⢌⢂⢊⢾
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡨⢂⠅⠪⢐⠡⡑⡑⢔⢸⢸⠸⠨⡨⠪⠊⢔⠡⢃⢂⠢⠈⠂⡊⠌⠄⠅⠂⠅⡊⠔⢈⠢⡊⢆⢂⠢⣻
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⡂⡪⢈⢂⢂⠢⢡⠡⡃⠕⡈⠠⠈⠄⠑⠠⠈⠠⠄⠂⢁⠐⠄⠄⢁⢈⢠⢁⢄⡐⡐⠨⠨⠢⡡⠡⣻
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡐⠄⢅⠂⡂⠌⡂⠅⡂⠅⠂⠌⢌⢆⢇⡇⡯⡽⡽⡽⣳⡻⡝⡯⡯⡯⡳⡝⡎⢎⢜⠨⡈⠪⡐⠡⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠊⡐⡐⠄⠅⡂⠅⡐⠠⢁⢑⢑⢌⠢⠩⢊⢎⠪⡱⢑⠕⢕⢕⢑⡑⡅⠇⠣⡑⢅⠢⢈⠢⠨⢨⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠂⡐⡈⡐⠠⠡⠐⡈⢀⠢⠡⢂⠕⡈⠠⠄⡈⠄⠁⠌⠐⠄⢂⠠⠐⡈⠔⡨⠐⡈⠄⠌⢌⣾⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⠄⢀⠂⠡⠈⠄⡀⠂⠨⠠⡁⡂⢂⠡⠄⠄⠐⡀⠂⢀⠁⢄⢐⢀⢂⠅⡂⠡⠐⡈⢐⢸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡑⢅⠠⠐⠄⠁⠄⠐⠈⠠⢁⠢⠨⡂⠪⡨⢊⠌⡂⡑⠄⠕⡰⢐⠕⡐⢅⠊⠄⠁⠄⡂⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢉⠂⠄⠠⠈⡐⠅⢂⠈⠄⠂⠈⡀⢁⠐⢈⠂⠌⠌⡂⠅⢊⠐⠠⠁⠅⠂⡂⠅⢊⠐⢈⠄⠡⢁⠢⣿⣿⣿


inconsequential things that a 5 year old could say shouldn't anger people. One guy here wanted to kill my cat, another one wanted to kill me, others spewed vitriol and projections, conjecture, etc. They let the lizard brain take control over a perceived threat, when in fact there was no threat at all to begin with. They're jumping at shadows the entire time. They are completely in control, they are in charge, but for some reason, they voluntarily give control to me when I didn't even ask for it. I'm sitting here telling them they can be free any time they want, they're in charge, not me. That isn't what they want though, justice must be exacted upon the unforgivable phrase of The rational mind would realize how absurd this entire situation is, and laugh, or take control and walk away. One actually had an open mind and saw through this. That's a rare gift, but it can be discovered by anybody.

I told you I skip alot of classes. I'm skipping one right now. English. I've lost my voice. I'm not ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ doing a three minute speach. I don't bloody think so. The bell goes in seventeen minutes, and I am yet to sign in. In about ten minutes I think I'll sign off here and get down to the office and sign in. I forgot to sign in on Monday, so I was marked as absent for the whole day, even though I was here. I'm pretty tired today. I couldn't really get out of bed. It was kind of a struggle. At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. I don't have to be at school until midday, so I get to sleep in until like 10.30. Thats ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fantastic, in my opinion. Ahh. I just killed an ant. It was crawling along the table right in front of me, and WHACK! Now it's dead. I seem like I am in a good mood as I'm typing away right here. But I'm really not. I actually am in a bad mood. I feel like ♥♥♥♥, to be honest. I don't know why. It's just been one of those weeks. My friend Leish just walked into the library.

Yeah, okay. So I skip alot of classes. So what? I'm in the library right now. It's period one, and I have not signed into school yet, so it's not like I can really get caught, no? I have TAFE this afternoon from 2-6, and it's death, I tell you. Death. Four hours of complete and utter BOREDOM. I hate it. Hate it. Hate it. NEVER choose Entertainment as a subject through TAFE. Never. It is the most boring thing I have ever encountered. There is a Battle Of The Bands competition coming up on Friday, of which some of my friend's band is in, and on the daily messages on the televisions here at school, they named it "Northern Exposure" instead of "Northern Composure". How embarresing for them. Well, from this entry so far, I am pretty sure that I can conclude with I hate mondays. Has anything interesting happened so far in my day? Feel free to re-read what I have already written, and email me with an answer if you feel it nessessary. I will admit that it is only 9.25AM, but regardless of this, it has been a boring Monday. If nothing interesting has happened by now, it usually means that nothing will. No. No it won't. Nothing interesting will happen. Death to Mondays. Death. Casssssssssss.

I have a Convict, that I inherited. He's in a 15gl tank, which seems to be large enough. However, I would love to give him more space, and I can't afford a new tank, and I have a spare bathtub.
What would a person need to do to make a bathtub fish-friendly? What would the filter situation be? The one I have is built to sit on the edge of a tank...
Thanks ahead of time. On an unrelated note, I never thought I would have a fish. There was this guy at a party, who drunkenly shouted that he was moving and if no one took his fish, he was going to flush him. So I took the fish. His water was so dirty that unless he was right up against the glass, you couldn't see him. He had no gravel, no plants, and inconsistant food. This guy had him for three years, and got him from someone else - who knows how old this fish is? Anyway, now he's got gravel which he piles around in strange patterns (very quickly, too!), a filter keeping his water nice and clean, a cave to hide in, and some plants - real and fake. ...Is it typical for Convicts to try and attack you through the glass? Heh. We call him Fluffy. Or Gertrude, sometimes.

I'm a nerd in the information and technology systems, and I'm appealing my moments like Clarinet first tuner and also I make drawings in hand.