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Narco
16 November 2009 @ 02:21 am
I think it's curious and adorable that everyone wanted to know my Blue Lobster's name... I didn't have one, but I [think I]'ve decided on Rosita.

You might remember Bigote, my catfish... here he is as a little bitty baby:


He's about thrice as big now (6" from nose to tail), so he's been relocated to the new 10 gallon tank, which he shares with a baby shark.
He is not the most photogenic fish because he's extremely shy...
Since I last wrote about him, he's been responsible for nearly a dozen in-tank fish disappearances. He ate everyone except Molly...
(6 neons, a handful of guppies, 2 algae eaters).

These are from today:



Anyway, the story is that I put Rosita in that tank yesterday and saw that they kept fighting over the same hiding spots... or so I thought.
I woke up to Rosita clinging to Bigote's whiskers. Yesterday she kept pinching his tail or anywhere she could, and I thought he just wanted her spot, but after some thinking, I think he was actually trying to eat her.
So I moved her to the old tank with everybody else where she seems pretty chill.



Watching her eat is totally cute.



Especially when Molly tries to eat from the same food pellet.
Please notice the >:[ expression.





ROSITA SAYS BACK THE FUCK UP.
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Narco
14 November 2009 @ 01:30 am
My mom bought me a 10 gallon fishtank as an early Christmas present... which means I can now adopt more pretty underwater friends!

Like her:
 
 
Current Mood: <3
Current Music: Apoptygma Berzerk - Love To Blame (Sono Remix)
 
 
Narco
27 September 2009 @ 05:59 pm
Lessons learned:
- shoes don't last forever, especially when you're not using them.
- there is such a thing as too many shoes.


One of the many things all tropigoths suffer from is the shoe-rot effect caused by the hot, humid, spore-carrying weather.
Or all tropical people in general, actually.
If you put away shoes for more than a year, they disintegrate disgustingly so... their glue and material starts pulverizing, the sole, crumbling, so on and so on.
Especially if they're cheap. Like all Hot Topic brand shoes are.

I threw these 3 pairs in the trash today. All bought in 2003.



The ones in the middle were worn maybe 3 times. Ever.
The other 2, however, have been whimpering for sweet, merciful death for years, because I really, seriously, wore the crap out of them.
As a person without a car who does a lot of walking around, especially.
But they all look equally decayed.

I'm sure this isn't something you all didn't know, especially if you live in Puerto Rico, but I felt kind of sad throwing these shoes in the garbage...

What I'm doing now is selling used shoes on ebay.
At first I thought that was a really disgusting thing to do...
but I bought some used platform boots on ebay that I'm really fond of, and I've sold several pairs of shoes and boots that people enjoy, in spite of being scuffed and worn.
So I got over it, and am now trying to eliminate as many shoes as possible from my room.

(Yes, those "Hoarder" people on TV scare me, and I haven't even watched a single show, just the commercials!)

I have an obscene amount of heels and goth shoes, more than I know I'll use before they're victimized by shoe-rot.

Hence, I have become a person doing something I once thought was gross.
Yet uncomfortable enough with it still to not post ebay links to my used shoes.
 
 
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Narco
18 September 2009 @ 09:10 pm
hmmm  
So the other day as I was falling asleep I thought to myself "what the HELL do I have two livejournals for?"
the feeling brought on by random thoughts as I was falling asleep... like
"What happens to blogs when people die?" then,
"What if I die and no one knows my password so they can delete mine?" and then,
"What if I gave it to someone and they posted something 'in loving memory' of me?" and finally,
I should delete [info]si6nifi3r.

Also because that post where I listed the URLs of accounts I have made me think "I have a crapload of accounts."

But reading through it now, I understand why I have two.
I need two, like all of my accounts and my "creative organizing."
One for this, one for that.

All to satisfy my own very very subjective illusions of "one is for this/one is for that."

So that's that.
 
 
Narco
11 February 2009 @ 07:37 pm
My friend Ana took this pic of me yesterday morning... and she made me look quite fab, considering it was so early.



No updates for now.
I'll return with some someday soon.
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Narco
17 December 2008 @ 03:03 am
Immersed in pure transcendentalism tonight (yes, I am still working on that paper), and listening to Tiamat's new album, I'm really enjoying this song.
It makes me smile.


Circles

And now that we're dead
We've learned how to live
Our failures taught us how to forgive
And now that we've risen
from the ashes of me and you
All our dreams shall come true

Floating in circles
Stars shine a light our way
To meadows and fields, green as the grass
Where we lay down
Forever...

And now that we're clean
Our souls can be free
Our love is the only drug we need
And now that we're one
We don't need any God
Divinity flows in our blood

Floating in circles
Stars shine a light our way
To meadows and fields, green as the grass
Where we lay down
Forever...
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Narco
12 December 2008 @ 09:50 pm
Don't remember what kind of fish he is, I bought him as soon as he came into the petshop.

He has yet to acquire his name.




I <3 him.
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Narco
04 December 2008 @ 10:57 am
I decided not to make all entries in this journal from now on friends only because... it's all mostly crap anyway.

These are some pictures I took with [info]dead_eifersucht on Monday of some of the "street art" around the libraries in Río Piedras.
I use quotations because some of the libraries, I suppose, asked artists to draw paint whatever on them because apparently, the walls are more respected that way by other graffiti artists and vandals.

I really like (artistic) graffiti and wish I could take photos, but most of the time when I see some I like, I'm inside a moving vehicle and can't take proper pictures.
I had some photos from UPR graffiti when the theater was still being reconstructed, and even some as it was being painted and drawn on with sharpies.

Anyway, here's a few.

Photobucket

+ )
 
 
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Narco
26 November 2008 @ 08:41 am
lulz  

I'm in my mom's office looking for random things on gutenberg.org  because I have nothing better to do.
I don't remember coming across this before, but sort of.
It's making me giggle out loud, I thought I'd share a few definitions from The Devil's Dictionary.


ACCORD, n. Harmony.

ACCORDION, n. An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.

ACQUAINTANCE, n. A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not well enough to lend to. A degree of friendship called slight when its object is poor or obscure, and intimate when he is rich or famous.

ADAMANT, n. A mineral frequently found beneath a corset. Soluble in solicitate of gold.

ADHERENT, n. A follower who has not yet obtained all that he expects to get.

ADVICE, n. The smallest current coin.

ALONE, adj. In bad company.

APPLAUSE, n. The echo of a platitude.

ARMOR, n. The kind of clothing worn by a man whose tailor is a blacksmith.

BACCHUS, n. A convenient deity invented by the ancients as an excuse for getting drunk.

BACK, n. That part of your friend which it is your privilege to contemplate in your adversity.

BATH, n. A kind of mystic ceremony substituted for religious worship, with what spiritual efficacy has not been determined.

BEG, v. To ask for something with an earnestness proportioned to the belief that it will not be given.

BIGOT, n. One who is obstinately and zealously attached to an opinion that you do not entertain.

BORE, n. A person who talks when you wish him to listen.

BRANDY, n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the grave and four parts clarified Satan. Dose, a headful all the time. Brandy is said by Dr. Johnson to be the drink of heroes. Only a hero will venture to drink it.

BRIDE, n. A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.

CABBAGE, n. A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head.

CANNIBAL, n. A gastronome of the old school who preserves the simple tastes and adheres to the natural diet of the pre-pork period.

CAT, n. A soft, indestructible automaton provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.

CAVILER, n. A critic of our own work.

CIRCUS, n. A place where horses, ponies and elephants are permitted to see men, women and children acting the fool.

COMFORT, n. A state of mind produced by contemplation of a neighbor's uneasiness.



I gotta go.
If you enjoy this, you should click.
 

 
 
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Current Mood: bored yet amused
 
 
Narco
15 November 2008 @ 06:25 pm
I finally finished this.



For [info]losemeontheway.
 
 
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Narco
22 July 2007 @ 07:17 pm
Litterae non dant panem.
"Literature does not earn bread."

Latin proverb.
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