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This happened my Sophomore year:
After an all night drinkfest, I got up at 7am for a test I had at 8am (dumb mistake #1....this was back in the days when I didn't care about my grades). When I got home, I quickly cleaned out my Siamese Fighting Fish's tank before my next class (his name was Bruce Lee...I'm so creative). In my sleep deprived state, I had accidently filled the tank with too much water. Bruce Lee was a jumper...he was always jumping around the tank but he was never able to get out. A fish's life is boring....I'd probably try to jump out too. Well, I guess when I went to class, he decided to jump out. I wasn't home during this but I'm assuming that he landed on my dresser and started flopping around. I came home from class and went to go feed him and I was like, "Ummmmm...where's Bruce Lee?" I asked all my roommates if they had seen him but they hadn't. I assumed the worst and looked behind my dresser. I guess he flopped off my dresser. He was dead. I was sad. I cried. I buried him. He was a pet...you can't flush a pet. He was alive for three years! That's a long time in fish years! And he died because I was dumb and filled his tank with too much water. (ZTAngel takes a minute to cry and then pull herself together before the boss sees that she's on Greekchat....again.)
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