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| So this is what growing up is all about. Becoming more responsible and loving/hating it. The job and leadership role I currently have require me to be more responsible than I have ever been before. I like being a leader, I like helping people, I like having pride in my work. I don't like the stress and hours of extra work, but I think I will get used to it. | | |
| I kidnapped, rather unwillingly, ten leaf-cutter ants from their colony on Friday. I transferred them to a terrarium in my room in the hopes to observe their leaf cutting behavior. As fate would have it, the ants haven't done any leaf cutting in the time that they have been in my terrarium. But what they have done is so fascinating to me.
When I first placed them in their new home, they were a bit traumatized. They ran around and explored everything. They sniffed the leaves I put down and then wandered on in that crazy systematic method of theirs. I put a bottle cap full of sugar water in there with them. They soon figured out how to drink water from it. It was so cool watching them do that. First one ant found it, then three, then seven. Each balancing on the edge and drinking. Then I watched as one fell in and pulled itself out again.
Now three days later I feel saddened. All my ants are dying. They typically eat fungus grown from the leaves they collect. I found out that the sugar I put in with them is actually Truvia a zero calorie sweetener, so they aren't getting any calories from what they are ingesting. As each ant weakens and dies, it finds a place for itself beneath the paper towel I laid at the bottom of the terrarium. It's like they bury themselves when they prepare to die. What an interesting idea. I feel so guilty now. It seems so silly. I know they are just ants. Someone said I should just squish them all and put them all out of their misery. I couldn't even imagine doing that now! It's like they are my friends. (Ok this is getting to sound lame...I know...I need to get out more or something, lol) There are four survivors and I don't want to see them go.
P.s. I want to buy an ant farm now.
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| So this week:
one friend from the co-op died in a car wreck when she was driving to Georgia for Spring Break
one friend from the co-op was diagnosed with breast cancer
one friend got engaged and asked me to be in her wedding
my parents bought a house in San Antonio which means we will be moving. (oh and my dad got a job as well, but that is old news I guess)
I watched three bands in concert including "Au Revoir Simone" - a band I really like
I held three-week-old kittens
and I threw up after Sean's dad flew me in a loop in his airplane.
so my week has been sad and crazy and good at times too.
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| I love love love Shark Week...I know it's weird, but I do. The END. | | |
| Today I ran into an old crush, a crush I had when I was fourteen. Remembering back it was one of those crushes where the guy barely knows your name, but you are head over heels for him. You know the type, right? Well back to the future, he now works at a restaurant where my mom and I stopped at to eat luch today. I had been there once before and seen him, but assumed that he wouldn't remember me. Today I saw him again, and he stopped me and asked "Do I know you? Did you go to FMHS? Were you in band? You look familiar. My name is C--" wabaamm....The fourteen-year old region of my heart came to a crashing halt. I think I blushed just a tiniest amount and feigned racking my brain for a memory before I blurted out someting about "Were you in Mrs. B--'s freshman english class?" The conversation carried on for another minute or so and then he went back to work. Upon returning home, this conversation inspired me to take a walk down memory lane where I found the following old journal entry. December 6, 2002 " Today English class was absolutely wonderful. We were reading Romeo and Juliet and the guy I liked was Romeo. (I was Juliet) Mrs. B-- seemed to be impressed with our reading skills. C-- is especially tallented. After class C-- congradulated me on my reading, and I was cool-headed enough to reply with an intelligible comment. I said that all that reading had made me thirsty- we had read the boucany scene. He smiled his cute smile and was off. That day I had graded his paper in class. I had asked a question about one of his answers and he accused me of making fun of him. I wish that I could take his actions as flirting, but I can't. He is nice and out-going with everyone. Today was also good because I got the highest grade on my English test out of both Mrs. B--'s classes." | | |
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