Day #2

Vegetarianism.
Yeah, I went there.

Okay, okay. Give me a break. I already don't eat red meat; in fact, I can't. If I try, I projectile vomit... or cry and wish death upon my insides. It's miserable.
Side Note: You know how many fast food places don't use real meat? ALMOST ALL OF THEM!!

Especially Jack In The Box. Mmm... love their soy meat tacos. ;)

Anyway. Buddha taught that we should respect all living creatures. Originally, I just did the red meat thing as a half-ass attempt at living by those teachings. I said to myself "I'm black; I can't live without chicken!" or "I'm white and raised Catholic, I can't live without fish!" so I'm like, hellz yeah, white meat all the way. Besides, red meat takes 3x as long to digest meaning WEIGHT GAIN! No thanks.

But, that really doesn't cut it. You can't half-ass some things, like being a vegetarian...you know, killing animals. If I choose to kill some animals and not others, well, that just makes me a racist.
So, that being said, yes, I decided to finally take it to the next level and go meatless as free my mind from the evils of murder, or something like that.

I'm sure I'll slip up, which is okay, because even Buddha acknowledge the fact that sometimes, you have no choice but to eat meat to survive. It's less of a political statement and more of a religious experience though, so, well, you know.

Shopping for meatless meals was HELL though.
If I could block out that experience from my mind for the rest of my life, I think I'd be set.
Having to read the back of every can of soup... every box of rice mix... walking by the frozen food aisle...looking at all the delicious frozen pizzas. I DON'T EVEN LIKE PIZZA!

It's okay though, Mozzarella Sticks are my favorite food, so, I can always rely on that to make me feel superb.
By the way... if I ever completely put my food down against all fried food, rip my liver out and smash it into my face while calling me a "stupid, stupid girl", please?
I promise, I won't press charges.

But this idea, this things I'm doing...it's more of a will power thing, like, above all else.
"Do you possess the constitution to go as far as need be?"

I've always admired the will power of anorexics, to be completely honest.
You know how hard it is to REALLY want a hamburger but eat half an apple and 3 glasses of water instead?
Incredible will power.
But, I would never torture myself to that degree; so I'm taking a healthier approach at testing my ability to say "no" to something I crave.

Day #1

Since I received the gift of a new tank for my turtle (Thank you, Clara), cleverly named after the ninja turtle "Raphael", I've been wanting to revamp it. Well, less of a revamp as much as it is setting the tank up like it's suppose to be so he can, you know, not die. Which is very important.

You see, this turtle is very important to me. Here's the story:

When I was 4 years old, my best friend was my neighbor. His name was Al. He would be 90 this year, if he were still alive (he passed away last year). Now, Al had a pretty big garden. And I had a pretty adventurous heart so I was always in his garden messing around when I wasn't suppose too. Which means I was always being yelled at... ah, not much has changed over the years... Anyway. One day I was playing in his garden when I saw him come out. I ran back to my yard and teased him about not wanting to be in his "stupid garden". He, of course, laughed and then went to pick up one of the toys I left in the dirt when his attention became split. He then picked up this little creature no bigger than the size of a quarter. It was a turtle. The idea we came up with, since we lived no where around a body of water and it was clearly a pond turtle, was he came back with Al one time he went fishing. He gave me this turtle and I've had it ever since.
That's a strong 16 years I've had this turtle, and he is certainly a trooper.
Did you know turtles need UV light to live? I just learned this last month... he has never had that light. BUT HE STILL FUCKING LIVED, SO SHUT IT!

Best part is my brothers were always so jealous of my pet turtle, they tried, unsuccessfully, over the years, to also have a pet turtle. Many-a turtles died for their jealously. ):

ANYWAY! Fast forward: Al is dead. Turtle is not. Wanting to make tank livable.
I finally bought some gravel, a little platform, a basking bulb, and some water treatment things shaped like cute little turtle babies.
Filling up the tank was a fucking disaster.
Yes, Bryan and Chris, there IS a reason why the floor is so clean right now.
But, after about an hour, it was finished.
And my little baby swam around so happily in all of his new space and freedom.

There's still a few more things I need to get: A water heater, a bigger filter, decorations (rocks and plants), and still more light, but, for now...this is good and he is happy.

Maybe I'll get him a girlfriend... ;)

The Main Idea.

I've always been a blogger. Above all else, the single most consistant element of my life is blogging. Why? I haven't the slightest clue. For the most part, I don't even tell people about these blogs; they go under alias' with some clever theme. I'll post in said blog for about a month, without any followers, with myself as the only directed audience, and then it will go forgotten for a month, only to be started up under a different name with a different idea.

This blog has been around for about 3 years now. It's seen quite an aray of posts. But, hopefully this idea will stick.

This is called Project Disca. No, I will not tell you what it stands for.
It's a 3 month long project. And no, I won't tell you what it's main purpose is, either.
You can enjoy it, or not. This is more for me than you. But I hope you join me in this project that when the big surprise is revealed in Feburary, you'll be there with me. Plus, I need encouragement.