Sleepy Frog Gloop

Whenever I blog I become extremely depressed over how redundant I am.

Today I may have earned a few strange looks from my peers as I told the story of how my friends once turned their pet fire belly frogs into puddles of gloop during our frog dissection in bio. Turns out that the Arizona sun isn't so great for the slimy amphibians. Despite the slime, I've never had a problem with frogs. Or toads. They're cute enough, I guess.

---Although, I'm more of a reptile gal myself.

For most of my short life, I've spent my time being very interested in animals. However, I've never wanted to be a veterinarian or anything smart like that. BUT, I *did* spend countless hours playing the original Zoo Tycoon PC game, and therefore learned more than the average fifth-grader's share of zoology.
...if you thinking I'm joking, I'm not.

I also spent a good handful of my days poking my toes in the dirt and sticking my nose into the secret world of outdoor life. I fed grasshoppers, built biomes for captured lizards, and resurrected honey bees.

Anyway, I like animals. They're kinda similar to people, only more personable. Unless they try to eat you. Then maybe a little less personable.

Including reindeer. 

---although I hear that they smell. 

I have since found WIFI and the lovely wonders of internetdom. Sadly, I spend less and less time digging around for backyard earthworms and more of my time educating myself in the ways of Geometry and YouTube. (both equally important, I'm sure)

Also, sleeping. 

I spend lots of time sleeping. 

I dream a lot of things. It's kind of a hobby of mine. Not exactly lucid dreaming, because lucid dreaming is when you're aware that you're in dream state. Instead, it's more like my brain gives me a plot and I simply get swept along in it. Whenever I wake I can recall the details, but slowly throughout the morning, bits and pieces of my midnight adventures slip away from my memory like little slivers of soap. By the time I go to bed again, I'm left with only a vague emotion or mental picture to cling to the feeling of the previous night's dream. And then it repeats. 

I guess just plain old sleeping without the memory of dreams is too mainstream for my hipster self. 

So I am trying not to be redundant. 

But so far I've told you about bugs and sleep.

And bugs and sleep seem like pretty redundant topics to me. 

I give up.