sister's frog, bob, died. he suffered a gruesome demise in front of the entire family and some guests.

sister noticed that he was swollen and huge, and that he had vomited up several crickets. we all crowded around and agreed that he was, in fact, much bigger than usual. he began flopping around and landed belly up with his legs splayed out and his head submerged under the water, but he just remained that way. we started freaking out and tapping the glass. what is he doing?? then he just went stiff. he deflated and was no longer swollen, and his eyes were half-open, half-closed.

sister was upset. she made puff daddy's 'i'll be missing you' the background music on bob's myspace profile.

yes, he has his own myspace account.

aside from that, life just rolls along. i have discovered a beautiful thing called denial. when i received the email that fellowship director passed away, i cried for a while, and then i just stopped. i realized that i didn't like how it felt to grieve and mourn and that it was going to be painful as long as i thought about it, so i just turned it off. now i am acting as if it hasn't happened. that can't be healthy psychologically, but it feels so much better not to have to suffer through certain feelings. i have learned to 'turn off' a host of things recently.

also, i somehow picked up a british accent while in italy. i swear. i tend to adopt the accent of those around me, but for some reason, my english friends must have had more of an impact than my italian friends, because boyfriend and mother keep commenting on my new mode of speech. i can also hear it myself. what the hell?