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the time i got a goldfish it's wild af
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oh boy it's a long one. i think i might've written it before, i'll have to find it. found it, i'll copy paste it over:
my very first pet was a fish from science that i had adopted that is named big billy. contrary to other beliefs, big billy was not purchased through a random pet store and brought home, no. big billy was more than a boring old fish; he had the most exciting life time ever.
story of big billy:
he was a science project, i think we were learning about sustaining life/environments. it was the last month of school, and everyone was very excited to handle actual science things. it was about 6th grade, so that was a while ago if i'm in high school right now. anyways, big billy was not originally named big billy. he was really just billy the fish at first. we made a terrarium with big billy in the bottom half of it, and two grasshoppers on the top. i think the grasshoppers were named freddy and eddy, respectively. but anyway, the normal billy was all happy, until one day, we had to move the tanks from our desks.
the teacher specifically said to not hold it just by the top, as the terrarium would fall, and the fish part would fall. but what did my stupid group mate do? yes, hold it just by the top. it was like watching a horror movie; billy's part of the terrarium falling in slow motion. billy laid on the floor, and we all just stared at him in shock, until someone was brave enough to bring him to the class fish bowl. thankfully, he lived, but we had to remake the terrarium.
the next day, however, a new fish was in billy's bowl. he looked way bigger and fatter than the original billy, hence the new name: big billy. after a few more weeks, the school year was ending, and our project was coming to a close. we were supposed to inject new chemicals into the terrariums, thus killing the creatures that lived there. i was shocked. my emotional attachment to big billy was too great, as well as the other members of our group, so i asked the teacher if i could bring big billy home. she was apprehensive, as the terrarium was huge to be carried all the way home, but she said yes. however, another group member also wanted big billy. so we decided on the honorable way of winning him, rock paper scissors.
this was a tense game, it was out of three because our little 6th grade hearts couldn't handle losing the first one. i was convinced that big billy belonged to me, so i tried my best to win. and i did. the other guy ended up with the grasshoppers, which i didn't care about, they freaked me out. so i carried my prize home. my parents wanted to kill big billy, of course, since they were shocked i brought home a pet from school, but they ended up letting him live on the kitchen counter. every few days we'd have to redo his water since it would evaporate, so we would leave a cup out for 24 hours and pour it in.
big billy really wasn't supposed to live for more than a month, but he ended up living a long life of four, all the way to the next school year. but his health started declining a week into the school year. he would no longer swim around, or move. he would stay hidden in the reeds all the time. his once bright yellow color faded into a dull orange, and i think i knew then he was about to die. after a few more days, big billy couldn't even swim; he was stuck at the bottom of the bowl, barely breathing. that's when i knew it was time for him to go.
when my mother told me to get him out of the bowl to die, i almost cried. my first pet ever, about to be taken away from me. it really hurt, even if he was just a goldfish from a science lab. he was my pet all the same. right when i was about to take him out though, he suddenly swam around the bowl, zipping around side to side, almost to try to convince me either he wasn't dead, or he had a great will to live. then, he was back to normal. of course, i knew he was still going to die at any given hour, but i was very happy that he at least tried to live and fought for it.
after a few hours, just like i predicted, big billy flipped and floated to the top of the water. and he was dead. my mother and i stored him in a small ziplock bag with a little bit of paper towel in it, to dry him off for the funeral ceremony. yes, we had a ceremony. my dad wasn't in america at this time, so we face-timed him so he could attend. it was just me holding big billy in my hands, and my sister and i saying some things to him. my sister did end up crying, she was younger than i, and excited to have a pet. however i, remained pretty decent. at the last second when my parents said their "prayers" to him, although i 100% knew they were just happy he was gone, i gave my fish to my mother, since i couldn't bare see him being flushed down. i walked out to the living room, sat down, and heard the toilet flush with my sister saying "goodbye, big billy!" my dad joked about how he was happy that the fish was gone, and i went upstairs to make a nice poster. it read "rip big billy, 20**-20**, may he rest in peace."
i hung it up where his bowl used to be, but it was taken down six months later because my dad despised it for some reason. maybe because it reminded him of death, but i always thought it was a sentimental piece of the house.
big billy may not have been in my life for very long, and he sure wasn't that dog or cat or whatever animal people usually have, but he was MY pet and he was the best pet i could've asked for. i told him many of my secrets, and i swear he listened to them. he calmed me down when he swam about, and it taught me a lot more about responsibility for another life form than having a sister had, i know, i'm terrible. big billy was a good friend to me, and just the great amount that i went through trying to keep him and obtaining him still amazes me. it also still amazes me how he lived so long, and how lucky i was to win that rock paper scissors game.
fish are good pets. they may not be the pets you want, but they may just be the pets you'll need. rest in peace, big billy
oh boy it's a long one. i think i might've written it before, i'll have to find it. found it, i'll copy paste it over:
my very first pet was a fish from science that i had adopted that is named big billy. contrary to other beliefs, big billy was not purchased through a random pet store and brought home, no. big billy was more than a boring old fish; he had the most exciting life time ever.
story of big billy:
he was a science project, i think we were learning about sustaining life/environments. it was the last month of school, and everyone was very excited to handle actual science things. it was about 6th grade, so that was a while ago if i'm in high school right now. anyways, big billy was not originally named big billy. he was really just billy the fish at first. we made a terrarium with big billy in the bottom half of it, and two grasshoppers on the top. i think the grasshoppers were named freddy and eddy, respectively. but anyway, the normal billy was all happy, until one day, we had to move the tanks from our desks.
the teacher specifically said to not hold it just by the top, as the terrarium would fall, and the fish part would fall. but what did my stupid group mate do? yes, hold it just by the top. it was like watching a horror movie; billy's part of the terrarium falling in slow motion. billy laid on the floor, and we all just stared at him in shock, until someone was brave enough to bring him to the class fish bowl. thankfully, he lived, but we had to remake the terrarium.
the next day, however, a new fish was in billy's bowl. he looked way bigger and fatter than the original billy, hence the new name: big billy. after a few more weeks, the school year was ending, and our project was coming to a close. we were supposed to inject new chemicals into the terrariums, thus killing the creatures that lived there. i was shocked. my emotional attachment to big billy was too great, as well as the other members of our group, so i asked the teacher if i could bring big billy home. she was apprehensive, as the terrarium was huge to be carried all the way home, but she said yes. however, another group member also wanted big billy. so we decided on the honorable way of winning him, rock paper scissors.
this was a tense game, it was out of three because our little 6th grade hearts couldn't handle losing the first one. i was convinced that big billy belonged to me, so i tried my best to win. and i did. the other guy ended up with the grasshoppers, which i didn't care about, they freaked me out. so i carried my prize home. my parents wanted to kill big billy, of course, since they were shocked i brought home a pet from school, but they ended up letting him live on the kitchen counter. every few days we'd have to redo his water since it would evaporate, so we would leave a cup out for 24 hours and pour it in.
big billy really wasn't supposed to live for more than a month, but he ended up living a long life of four, all the way to the next school year. but his health started declining a week into the school year. he would no longer swim around, or move. he would stay hidden in the reeds all the time. his once bright yellow color faded into a dull orange, and i think i knew then he was about to die. after a few more days, big billy couldn't even swim; he was stuck at the bottom of the bowl, barely breathing. that's when i knew it was time for him to go.
when my mother told me to get him out of the bowl to die, i almost cried. my first pet ever, about to be taken away from me. it really hurt, even if he was just a goldfish from a science lab. he was my pet all the same. right when i was about to take him out though, he suddenly swam around the bowl, zipping around side to side, almost to try to convince me either he wasn't dead, or he had a great will to live. then, he was back to normal. of course, i knew he was still going to die at any given hour, but i was very happy that he at least tried to live and fought for it.
after a few hours, just like i predicted, big billy flipped and floated to the top of the water. and he was dead. my mother and i stored him in a small ziplock bag with a little bit of paper towel in it, to dry him off for the funeral ceremony. yes, we had a ceremony. my dad wasn't in america at this time, so we face-timed him so he could attend. it was just me holding big billy in my hands, and my sister and i saying some things to him. my sister did end up crying, she was younger than i, and excited to have a pet. however i, remained pretty decent. at the last second when my parents said their "prayers" to him, although i 100% knew they were just happy he was gone, i gave my fish to my mother, since i couldn't bare see him being flushed down. i walked out to the living room, sat down, and heard the toilet flush with my sister saying "goodbye, big billy!" my dad joked about how he was happy that the fish was gone, and i went upstairs to make a nice poster. it read "rip big billy, 20**-20**, may he rest in peace."
i hung it up where his bowl used to be, but it was taken down six months later because my dad despised it for some reason. maybe because it reminded him of death, but i always thought it was a sentimental piece of the house.
big billy may not have been in my life for very long, and he sure wasn't that dog or cat or whatever animal people usually have, but he was MY pet and he was the best pet i could've asked for. i told him many of my secrets, and i swear he listened to them. he calmed me down when he swam about, and it taught me a lot more about responsibility for another life form than having a sister had, i know, i'm terrible. big billy was a good friend to me, and just the great amount that i went through trying to keep him and obtaining him still amazes me. it also still amazes me how he lived so long, and how lucky i was to win that rock paper scissors game.
fish are good pets. they may not be the pets you want, but they may just be the pets you'll need. rest in peace, big billy
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soz for late responses, tbt was broken for me for a bit last night.
i don't watch tv at all anymore, i mostly use it to play overwatch, but a show i actually watched for a bit would have to be be the flash, back when season 1 came out.
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i would say white because it matches with everything, but apparently that isn't a color, so blue, 'cause i like blue.
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