15/december - bed of roses

I was looking back at some old posts of mine, and I used to do a 'random question' every night. It's difficult to think of random questions so I generally just use Google for help. However, I just found a 'random question generator' which appears to generate questions that are random so we'll see how that goes. The first question that I got what 'what if I change it's name?' Very unspecific.
Well, my dog's name is Cosmo. He's a very good guard dog and sits if we say sit. What if we changed his name to Sit?
"Come here, Sit! Outside, Sit! Fetch, Sit!"
The poor dog wouldn't know what to do.

Okay, it's been 6 days since I posted. A lot has happened. Casper the friendly Ghost Fish died while I was at my sisters house. My parents thought it appropriate to replace him with four new fish. I haven't even named those fish, because it doesn't feel right. I have come to like them, but they will never be as loved as Casper was. A few days ago, one of the replacement fish died. It was sad. I have never flushed a fish down the toilet before, but I did, because it was nicer than throwing him in the garbage, right?
Also, I'm not sure if I mentioned but I have discovered a dead, decomposing sea monkey floating around on the bottom of the sea monkey tank. Depressing, right? I don't even know how to go about removing him. The sea monkey water is disgusting and there is a layer of slime across the top of the water. How does one clean a sea monkey tank? They are too small to scoop up.

Today I went Christmas shopping. Again. I have gone Christmas shopping a lot. Anyway, while in the shoe section in Target, I saw a group of three or four little girls. They looked about ten. One had dead straight hair and was wearing thick eyeliner. Her shirt didn't cover her belly and she was wearing high heels. She was the one who stuck out to me most, although the other girls were wearing make up and clothes that were way too old for them as well. This really annoys me. No matter how big your hand bag is, or how high your heels are, you're still ten. That fact will always remain. You should be playing with dolls still or something, not wearing trampy clothes in public. I can hardly stand people my age wearing clothes that spill out skin here there and everywhere, but at least they have hit puberty. They are (slightly) more mature. I also do not understand how their parents can let them go out looking like this? I don't think it's appropriate at all, to be honest. That's just me though. Kids these days are trying to grow up way, way too fast.
Rant over.

I have officially given up on the 30 Days of Thankful.