...Quite literally. Tuesday of this week, I came home from the weekend and went straight to class, then hung out with Nat until 10 pm. And then when I got home Shakespeare was gone. Dead, dead, gone. It was quite depressing really. I honestly didn't really know what I was suppose to do. Am I suppose to flush him, or bury him? Yes. It was a frustrating time. But now he is gone, and is probably happy not to be rotting away anymore. At least I hope he's not rotting away in little fish heaven. That's a morbid thought.
In other news, this week has been.... something. I really don't know what to say, but I was planning on writing a lot more but due to the fact that I am entering exam weeks, that is not going to happen. After exams, I will write the blogs that I have promised (about my lovely trip to the Calgary Zoo and much more) and I think that I will have a new blog for you all tomorrow to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Titatnic sinking though... But you never know.
In a random fact to end off on. Garth Brooks is coming to play at the 100th Anniversary for the Calgary Stampede. Now to just put this in perspective, we have the Saddledom which seats 16,000 people, and 15,000 tickets went on sale this morning. Garth Brooks sold out in 58 seconds. 58 SECONDS. Blew my mind. That's just crazy. A couple of my managers were trying to buy tickets and neither of them got one. So, it's kinda crazy. But now, bed. Cheerio.
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