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All this, 'cause I didn't know he wasn't on the voice mail list to call and let him know there was no cadets. It all started with calling my mum a female dog for not letting him know. (She commands the squadron) All that for nothing. Al well, I had fun.

I did horrible on the glider exam. Everyone else I have talked to did horrible as well. :P The pass mark is "50%" I got 47.9%. SO CLOSE! D: But, the exam was the hardest it's ever been this year. So I still have a slight chance of getting in if they realize that it was too hard. ^_^ I really hope that happens. D: I really want this course so bad.

Ohey guise. Just thought I'd start blogging again. :) Anyways, this Saturday I have my flying exam for cadets. If I pass this, I go onto an interview. If the people decide I should go further, I get to go to camp for 6-8 weeks to obtain my Gliding License! :DDD I hope I've studied enough for this exam. :) On in is; Parts of the airplane and what they do, General Aircraft operations, Meteorology (BIG SECTION), Runway Opp. and Radio Communication. That's a lot to memorize! D: I hope I pass! :lol:

This morning Sleepy was awakened quite rudely by shifting sleepily and smoking her head on the bedframe (Sleepy sleeps on the floor). She didn't really feel like the day would be filled with adventure, rather she assumed that it would be a quiet and antisocial day where she spent her hours mindlessly clicking in an MMORPG. It started out this way, but when she received a phone call from her friend ekwa, it started taking a turn for the different. ekwa and Sleepy ended up going to a specialized candy store, and they hitched a ride from ekwa's brother. <3 Danny and his shoes. There were these amazingly delicious and very sticky candies called citrus tremors or something like that, giant nerds, chocolate coated sunflower seeds and anise balls. ekwa bought a box of cheese-flavoured larvae (the package didn't specify what kind of larvae, but Sleepy will assume they're mealworms). They gorged on candy like it was a sugary feast of death, and sampled some of the larvae. They were dry and brittle and tasted like dog food*, but were more bland. They didn't taste horrible exactly, but Sleepy could feel the chitinous insect parts in her teeth and it just creeped her out. She had to chew on a ball of wax to get rid of the bulk of it. Then they also had pizza, which came with this butter garlic sauce. It tasted like popcorn with the most disgusting aftertaste in the world, and if you've already read the footnote, you'll know that Sleepy's eaten cat food and this butter garlic sauce was probably worse. The barbecue and blue cheese sauces was delicious, though. *Not cat food. Cat food has a much (rancid) meatier, sweaty-butt flavour than dog food and it has an extremely unpleasant aftertaste which requires a lot of mouthwash to get rid of. Dog food tastes like very stale cat food that's also been cut with flour, or some sort of cornmeal, while the aftertaste isn't nearly as vile.

It never ceases to amaze me that animals find the most outrageous things sexy. Of course, speaking as a member of the species that came up with rule 36, it shouldn't come as surprising. But even for humans, it's only the weird people who get off on popping balloons, being vomited on and playing electric guitars in the shower. It's different when everyone you know gets all hot and bothered when someone presents you a huge ball of hand-rolled excrement. One day I intend to find out exactly why having a blue butt means omaigadsaaax, and why it's so very, very awesome to have a large... colourful crest of feathers. :3 Eventually I'm going to try to find a nice strong man with a thick warty neck and large protruding teeth to recruit me into his harem of sexy womenbeests. Nevermind that I'm going to get raped repeatedly by this tusky, moustached, fellow. He's HOT. Yiffyiffyiff. If someone ever decides to build me a nest out of grass and shiny things, I'm theirs. <3<3 (nudges Pen <3)

Tomorrow imma rickroll my entire commercial animation class and it's gonna be awesome! :{) I'm pretty happy with my final walk cycle, except for the slipping right foot and the tail being kinda crazy sometimes. Rickrolling has never tasted so sweet.

So today a local gaming company gave a talk at my school and it was very different from the ones that we usually get. For one thing, instead of giving a list of all the benefits and perks of working there, they had their concept artist do a speed painting on the overhead. There was also a prize raffle and free pizza and drinks. I wish I had brought a friend, because after the presentation there was a lot of socializing and it was so awkward that I almost just left and went into the lab to work. Also, I would have someone to give my pizza to, because pretty much all of the pizza there had dead animals in it. I took one that looked like a veggie pizza, but underneath the cheese was a layer of disgusting ground beef. Then, because I'd already eaten parts of it, and had already touched it, I couldn't put it back, and since everyone was watching and it was awkward, I couldn't throw the pizza away. Also, throwing away dead animal bits and wasting them is far worse than actually doing stuff with them, so I had to eat the darn pizza. I suppose I could've just walked out with it and thrown it away and come back, but it would still be wasteful and it would have looked kinda weird, not that it actually matters. After I ate it I felt so gross that I had to go out and drink a bunch of water and then leave for good. I even missed the raffle. D: I feel like imma hurl. :x

They're exhausting. Hermit time!

Okay, it's getting close to 48 hours from when Sleepy decided to not win, and she's still losing. Same dealio as yesterday. Well, now it's time to head off to school and work on her jumping thingy with all its jumpingness. Bwee.

Yesterday I said Yes and was Not A Winner. ekwa finally decided to share. :P Jealous, Pen, jealous? (Sleepy will share with joos if you send some of your trident tropical twist her way. So many wrappers. o_O) Everything underneath was in the name of science (AKA Sleepy's curiosity), but might be bad for more... uninterested in the name of sciencey people. Read on at your own caution! On the more PG side of things, Sleepy decided to do another cheese experiment, and bought some Gjetost, which looks like a big block of caramel or honey soap (which tastes sweet!). It tastes a bit like caramel mixed with cheese and has the texture of modeling clay. This is a lot more appetizing than it sounds, but you have to eat it in thin slices, or little nibbles, because big bites of it will gum into a big lump and stick to the roof of your mouth and then it's just unpleasantly strong and you have to spit it out. If ekwa is reading, did you leave your invisible ink in the bathroom? I'm too scared to check. D:

Lately I've been having fewer and fewer lucid dreams and more regular dreams. That's okay, though, because my lucid dreams are usually only interesting to myself, and these ones are more vivid. I basically slept the entire day away for some reason, probably cuz I've been depriving myself of sleep all week, and then I had this awesome dream, almost certainly induced by me riding public transit while reading Mort. In my dream I was a homeless kid, somewhere from the age of seven to ten, and I was really short and cartoony. I was sitting at the front of a skytrain* and there was another really short and cartoony girl also sitting there. I distinctly remember she was dressed in this gothic lolita outfit. The skytrain filled up with a bunch of other transit commuters. When the skytrain went through its last stop and restarted the loop, a rippling field of lightning passed through the skytrain from front to back, leaving the train itself untouched, but everyone except me was dead and their bodies were mangled. I wasn't freaked out, though and I kept riding. I noticed that when it came around, more people would come on and when the loop would start over they would stay on, the lightning would start and they would die. All this time, the cartoony girl that I had first noticed wasn't dying. I realised that she was perhaps even causing the deaths to happen. She noticed that I wasn't dying either and was quite surprised. She deduced that I was a witch, or maybe a sorceress, and although I didn't really know it, she was right. We got off the eternally looping skytrain to meet her guardian, Death. Every morning Death would materialize in a cold, snowy forest in front of a cement tube. He was a very typical death, made of bones and wearing a black robe. The gothic lolita girl would also materialize with him, so I made myself a home inside the cement tube so I could hang out with her more. I used the snow to insulate my home, which was somehow, very warm. We would accompany Death on his duties all day, which involved traveling around in time, attending banquets, marrying off royalty, and of course, killing people. Me and Death's.. um.. ward? became best friends and everywhere we went, people would die, but this never really disturbed either of us. We would just carry on as if nothing had happened and it was the most normal thing in the world (and I suppose it is). Occasionally I would lob fireballs at the survivors, if there were any and we would laugh as the people were slowly incinerated, while they screamed, while their skin blistered and blackened and until there was nothing left but bone and ash. Sometimes, my friend would purposefully invoke her lightning field of death, just for the hell of it. I seriously didn't find this disturbing in the slightest while I was dreaming, although now that I look back at it, it's probably not very psychologically healthy. ;) I kind of really want to meet this girl in real life now. This entire dream is probably evidence that I'm a psychopath or something. *Skytrains are a bit like subways, except that most of the time they are above ground and are raised upon platforms. There's an eastbound and a westbound line, and when they reach the end of the respective lines, they go around in a loop to restart by going in the opposite direction. And oh yeah, they actually exist. **Pacific National Exhibition. It's a sort of fair/amusement park in my city.

D: ɹʌɪt naʊ ʌɪm dʒʌst yusɪŋ ðɪs tu spʌɪt dæd fɔɹ biɪŋ ə sɪlɪ bɪlɪ. ðɪs ɛntʃɹi ʃʊd bi sɛmi hɪdɪn. poʊnt? Sleepy is sorry if she's been neglectful. She realises that you already know, but yeah, it's just her nature to be this way. She'll try to call you more, but she thinks it might be weird to use the telephonerthingy more than strictly necessary. D: As she promised, here's a list of your pros: -Makes effort to stay in contact (friendly?) -Good at drawing stuff -Has a knack for knowing when people are in a bad mood (perceptive?) -Can put a lot of effort into certain things -Can make yourself freakishly skinny (really cool) -Fun to be around -Remembers things like birthdays and stuff, and makes the effort to celebrate them -Good at cooking -Personalizes gifts, and does not suck at it -Introspective -Is a good balance of extro and introversion, although perhaps not recently *coughflirt4freecough* -Smart -A quick learner -Seems to be good at a lot of things right off the bat (broadly talented?) -Also has good taste. If you liked Beerfest I would have moouurdored that poor boy. -Willing to experiment/try new things (open minded?) -Can tolerate some people (kookie, especially), even when they're being exasperating sometimes -Observant -Tolerant of weirdness Sleepy would like to add "shares drugs" to that list. :D

I just saw a fourth year student's demo reel from last year, which was um... probably the only senior work I've seen since I was in foundation. If this is what I'm up against, there's no way in hell that I'm going to get a job when I graduate. D: Uh.. if you're interested. The high quality version looks a lot better. Srsly, this guy looks like he either spent all of fourth year putting his demo reel together or he's already been working in the industry for years, maybe a combination of both. It is time for Sleepy to panic. On the bright side, though, I just got a $110 welfare check in the mail when I got home. Free money! Yay!

My kitty doesn't like catnip at all, so I just assumed she was one of those cats that aren't into that kinda stuff, yanno? But then she gets into the spice cabinet. Then she rolls around in the curry powder until she's yellow. My goodness, I haven't let her touch me all day because she reeks of curry. She keeps rolling all over the floor and touching herself where the curry spilled too. What a weird cat. (by the way, does anyone know a way to get the smell of curry out without washing?)

Sleepy is conspicuously devoid of intentional mutilations unless you count her heroin addict blood donor scars. Her sister decided that this is unacceptable, and is going to take Sleepy out and pay for her to disfigure herself. :o This is where Sleepy needs your help. Should Sleepy be tame and puncture her ears? should Sleepy inject her body with a large quantity of dyes? should Sleepy brand herself?* Sleepy thinks it would be neat to have an invisible pink unicorn, possibly on her shoulder blade, or mebby a little hoopy on her cartilage. Suggestions pl0x! Nothing ridiculous please e.g. naughty piercings, gigantic map of the city on her back (although she admits that would be epic), full-body tiger stripes, removal of left arm, etcetera. Stories about your personal self-mutilation are also cool. They'd give Sleepy some idea, at least. >.< *People actually do this, and apparently, it's blorking painful. Even if everyone suggests this, Sleepy's prolly not going to do it, cuz 1. It's insane 2. It's probably expensive (and it's her sister's money too, so that makes it twice as bad) 3. They don't offer this at your run-of-the-mill tattoo parlor, so Sleepy'd have to look pretty hard

Mandatory course that I signed up for: Interdisciplinary Forums. When I get to class and look at the syllabus it says: Interdisciplinary Forums: Contemporary Feminisms. :D Man, I thought this was just going to be a generic mandatory art history class. They didn't even add the whole contemporary feminism bit on the program options or the registration website. I wonder if this was to keep people from complaining about being forced to take a feminism course. So far they haven't really told us anything I don't already know and it's seeming as hippie-dippy as I expected it to be. I also lucked out and got the only male seminar leader, so once we got to the seminars all we talked about was American politics. :D Then again, I have a hunch that they did this in all the other seminar groups as well. I have a feeling the only thing we might end up talking about from now until December is American politics. And possibly Margaret Thatcher. She's pretty dope. And yeesh, I can't believe they kept focusing on the whole Palin abortion thing and no one brought up the SHOOTING WOLVES FROM HELICOPTERS(well, I suppose it is a feminism class, but if you're gonna to attempt to demonize someone, at least use something ridiculous). In other news, durian is on sale. I have two frozen durian and one partially-eaten one thawing on the kitchen counter. Om nom nom nom. Looks like I don't have to cook for the next week or so. :P There's also a completely unrelated swarm of fruit flies (there are a bunch of peach and plumcot pits sitting in a garbage can) that my cat has single-pawedly dispatched from the living room. She normally has trouble killing spiders and ants, but these things suck. srsly. Sleepy managed to kill one by jabbing it with a pencil. If you're capable of flying and you're that slow, then you don't deserve to live. It's my sister's birthday today as well. Her friends showed up at 6 AM, right when I was about to leave. Then they barged into her room taking lots of pictures with her camera, shouting happy birthday. And she was naked. Pwnt for life.

Sleepy r Sleepy. D: She didn't get much sleep last night due to all the shenanigans that were going on, and then she had to work the next day as well, which blew, but sometimes, other people's reactions really just make your day. When Sleepy was coming home from work, her mom pulled her car in at the front of the house, but didn't notice Sleepy slinking around the corner. Just as Sleepy's mom was about to get out of the car, Sleepy jumped out and rapped both of her hands on to the driver's seat window. Some Australians may have noticed a quiet sort of shrieking noise. That was Sleepy's mother. :3 You can never be too old for these things. --- That lattice method was pretty cool, but cluster problems... Yeesh... Before I learned how to do long division properly I would do it that way as well, but I didn't call it math. A more accurate term for that method would be "guessing". The lattice method's kinda like the (I have no idea what it's actually called), but it's neat. I'm tempted to post this video in the debate room followed by a topic description of "Discuss". --- Last night my sister went clubbing, 'cuz she's finally the legal drinking age, and she came back with a lot of puking friends. One of her friends passed out on the curb, and had to spend the night here. One of my own friends came by to wish my sister a happy birthday, but she'd left by the time he arrived. He stuck around anyway, and the awesomeness of the drunken "HeeEEeeeyy" she greeted him with later completely defies the written word. He ended up not going home, while the cat decided to show her displeasure at the sudden influx of guests by throwing up repeatedly. Oh well, at least cat vomit doesn't smell that bad. --- A sign that things are bad is when even R.H. Junior refrains from going into an extended political rant about them.

Just to be safe I'm going to spoiler the entire thing, even though the spoilers aren't working yet after hmm... how many months now? ;) That is all. :3

On Friday Sleepy left for a somewhat impromptu trip to Edmonton. It was quite poorly planned, and she had to call in sick for work so that the trip could even happen (Hey, don't judge her. Those tickets expire in two weeks!... Okay, maybe Sleepy got her mom to call in for her, but she has an excuse! She was.. um.. out of town? ). Sleepy and her friend arrived at the Greyhound terminal about 45 minutes early, but due to the long lines and some complications in the ticket system, it wasn't quite early enough. The bus filled up and left without them and their trip to Edmonton turned into a trip to Calgary. But all's well. An adventure's an adventure. :( Well, it was a long bus ride, but to say it was boring would be a lie. At about 12 or 1 AM, RCMP officers (that's Canadian cops, for the uninitiated) stormed on to the bus and dragged out a drunk man who'd been sleeping on the floor. The Greyhound people switched drivers a few times. A ten minute stop at a terminal in Salmon Arm turned into a two hour search for a replacement driver. The guy who was standing in for the driver we were supposed to have was simply amazing. We arrived in Banff at four in the morning and the stand-in driver didn't announce the stop, therefore a bunch of sleeping passengers missed their transfers and were as pissed as hell. He also had an amazingly poor sense of direction and did not seem to know where the hell he was going. He got lost two blocks away from the bus depot. Oh yeah, and he hit a truck. When the Greyhound finally arrived in Calgary (two hours late, she might add), all the passengers of the bus stood up, hooted and gave a hearty round of applause. Sleepy and her friend decided that they were thoroughly filthy, and took a cab to the Talisman community center to use their shower. Then, Sleepy realised she had no extra shirts and then had to walk around for the next few hours with her black winter jacket on because she wasn't wearing nothin' underneath. This of course, meant that Sleepy and her friend had to go to the mall and buy a shirt... D: Shopping... D: Well, Sleepy got two books out of it, but still. D: Sleepy and her friend found that the downtown area of Calgary is absolutely tiny, with only eleven blocks in either direction. This meant that getting around would be very inexpensive, but they decided to ride the CTrain around full circle anyway... Except the CTrains aren't quite like skytrains... and the east (she thinks?) line was closed for maintenance on the day they were there. But luckily, the CTrain isn't quite like the skytrain, so Sleepy and her friend weren't quite as screwed as they thought. The trip back home was slightly less eventful than the trip down to Calgary, but it wasn't completely a complete snore. A very smelly hobo/hippie/axe-murderer man brought a whole pizza with him on to the bus and proceeded to take up three seats for himself, right across from where Sleepy and her friend were sitting. He took his shoes off and placed his grimy, vinagary feet right on top of the seat in front of Sleepy. She couldn't help but feel even sorrier for the girl who had to sit beside those feet. :X Sleepy decided that this was not the time to be assertive, given the recent events that occurred in another Greyhound very close by. So she spent much of the night having violent hallucinations about flaming trees that smelled like hobo feet falling on to her head while she tried to sleep*. When the smelly axe-murderer man finally got off the bus somewhere in Kelowna, Sleepy collapsed in a tired heap. Also, someone threw up in the bathroom, and some random eight year old sitting next to Sleepy cleaned it up. O_o Kids these days! When Sleepy finally got home, an email from the disabilities counselor told Sleepy that she'd landed an extremely cool 20$ an hour job transcribing stuff for deaf people... except for the unfortunate fact of her class schedule, which conflicted with all the working hours. Looks like Sleepy's gonna be cutting fish for cash this year too. Cheers! *No, they weren't nightmares. She was awake the whole time...

So I was muted a few days ago for offensive language ramen slurping*; I choked on some of the ultra spicy soup, and the sore throat I got never really went away. Now I has laryngitis. Having laryngitis is actually pretty fun, in an antisocial way. I'm not expected to talk to anyone, especially not over the phone (yay!), and I'm allowed to pantomime everything I want to say. It's even more fun at work, because not being able to talk makes customers assume that I'm deaf as well, so they talk really slowly with exaggerated mouth gestures, or try to use sign language. To make it even cooler, the deaf lady who always buys out all the shrimp came by today. It was cool talking to her, because she didn't even notice I had lost my voice, yet she was still as irritating as ever**. Since I was muted, I decided to test out my wordless haggling skills with my cat. I waved a ten dollar bill in her face and did a zombie salute emote. She sniffed the ten dollars, my hand, got bored and ignored me. Twenty you say? Same dealio. I gave my kitty a come-hither look, complete with pervy eyebrows and a headbang emote, and she continued to reject my proposition. Fine then! You're not worth a fifty! I tried to find the quickchat option to borrow a pretty girl, or at least the corpse of a woman from her, but I couldn't find quickchat, let alone the options. Frustrated, I did a zombie dance, which freaked the hell out of my cat and made her run away. The look she gave me screamed, "Being muted isn't an excuse to act like a complete idiot." I croaked back at her: "As if I've ever needed an excuse." *Which is culturally acceptable in some places, and definitely while alone, thank you very much!! **Not because she's deaf, but because she tries to argue about how much a pound is in metric (454 grams) every time she comes by, and then ends up buying all the shrimp anyway.

I'll be gone for 3 weeks for camp. :D Bye guys. :closedeyes: I'ma learnin' about airplanes. :D:D:D:D:D:D http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=mPgXotFPzas My new RSMV. :P

This first paragraph is a bit complicated and somewhat irrelevant, and tl;dring is recommended. In fact, given the uber rambly (even for Sleepy) nature of this entry, just go ahead and tl;dr the whole thing. Okay, Sleepy had a pair of mutual friends, let's call them.. Binky and Prain. Binky has a girlfriend that had a falling out with Prain. Binky's girlfriend's hate of Prain is supposed to extend to Binky, but Binky doesn't really hate Prain. She tries to avoid Prain, though, because if she is caught hanging around with Prain, her girlfriend will hold out on sex for a very long time, or something like that. Prain is annoyed and feels betrayed and does not want to be friends with Binky anymore. Binky's girlfriend's anger possibly extends to Sleepy as well, and Binky started hanging out with Sleepy less and less, until they stopped seeing each other completely. After three months of not hearing a word from or even seeing Binky on MSN, all of a sudden Binky shows up at Sleepy's door with two bags of a kind of chips they thought were discontinued (and were extremely symbolic of old times). It turns out that Binky was in a military training camp and that's why she hadn't been around or online on MSN (in the past couple of weeks that Sleepy has actually been active on it). She had many stories. Binky told Sleepy that it was really grueling and that she left camp after only a week - with the excuse that her mother was sick*. Apparently the training camp is a large exercise in giving yourself obsessive compulsive disorder. They were told to bring a toothbrush, a shaving razor, deodorant... a bunch of stuff. And they have to place each object an exact distance from another one. They measure the distance with a ruler. They also have to measure the angles on their beds. It seems like there's a huuuge ocd emphasis on ritual. They have to shave at a certain time each day, even if they don't have anything to shave. Binky told Sleepy about one guy who didn't grow facial hair, but they told him he had to shave something. He came back later with cuts all over his already hairless face. XD Sleepy thought it would have been slightly funnier if he came back without eyebrows**. They have only one minute to shower each day probably because they're spending too many hours of the day measuring the angle of their bedposts with a protractor - and it was damn hard to even find time for that one minute, says Binky. She said that she hadn't showered for seven days by the time she left, and for some odd reason she smelled like tomatoes. They also had to run five kilometers each day, which isn't so notable except that they had to do it even when they were injured. One woman had a sprained ankle and they still made her run. Her ankle swelled up so much that they had to use an ice pack to get her foot out of the boot before sending her home. Binky stubbed her toe and shattered her toenail, left a trail of blood where she walked for a day and then had it get infected later on. It oozed so much pus that her sock would have to be peeled off slowly with little bits of pus and scabs. Delicious. Binky told Sleepy that the people there were also very funny. Binky said that she was constantly overwhelmed by the urge to laugh. Perhaps it was because of the guy who farts when he's nervous, or the scrawny guy who could only do three pushups, or the guy who pulls his hat so far down that it's like he's wearing a toque or maybe the way everyone eats during mealtime (they only get five minutes, so they have to shovel food into their mouths very quickly. It's all mashed food, so no chewing either.). Apparently Binky is going back in September, when they only have to run five kilometers a day on the weekends. Sleepy is entertaining the notion of signing up for the army just so that she can have ridiculous stories of her own. God, if only her own life was that interesting. *Which is true (she has thyroid cancer), but it wasn't the real reason that she left. Five other people also took temporary leave because of their "sick mothers". **Sleepy also remembers another incident at a camp six or seven years ago where a girl, who literally had no eyebrows (and had to draw them on every morning), was washing her face while another girl freaked. "OH MY GOD!!! Your eyebrows just came off your face! Are you okay?!"

I know it's hard to convey the sense of wtfness without having a picture or a video of some kind, but my cat is washing herself like she's gone crazy. Her eyes are rolling in the back of her head, and her mouth is open as wide as it will go, and she keeps licking her shoulder like she's afraid it's going to fall off. I touched her lightly and she jumped a foot into the air and yowled, and then went back to licking her shoulder like she's possessed. I'm scared. D:

I was putting the trout away for today when I realised that one of them had a fairly intact egg sac. With lots of eggies! I got obscenely curious and when no one was looking I popped one of the eggs into my mouth. Don't judge me. D: (it was delicious) Also I met one of the most spectacularly stupid people in my entire life today. I'm used to crazy customers and customers who like to play dumb just to save a few extra bucks. This lady was genuinely stupid. We sell smoked black cod both in the frozen and thawed varieties. She insisted that the frozen fish should cost less per hundred grams because FROZEN FISH WEIGHS MORE THAN THAWED FISH. *headdesk* I explained the law of conservation of mass very slowly, using terms that a retarded preschooler would understand. Her response "but ten ice cubes weigh more than the water in an ice cube tray!" *smashes face into bloody pulp on keyboard* C'mon... this is something children are taught from the time they are six or seven years old all the way up to the time they graduate highschool. This is easily observable science that can be tested at home in your own freaking freezer. Water expands when it freezes. If ice and water were weighed in equal volumes, the FROZEN ice would actually weigh less than the water because it is less dense. Even if your insane notion that water and ice have different weights regardless of mass was right, you would still be wrong, not to mention that this is fish not water. I hope this woman never breeds. In other news, :glasses: kitty!

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