what would you do without wishful thinking?

Well. Shame on me. I bought two more movies today. I have a problem. I just... well, I needed my Audrey fix. You see, now I have five of her movies. Yet do I regret it? Nay! I say nay!

It was warmer today. A few of us just finished watching "Six-String Samuri". Certain to become a classic in many of my neighbors' repertoire. I feel... blah.

Hedwig died. Of course, no one who would read this blog (not, it would seem, that anyone actually DOES read this) would know who Hedwig is. Or rather, was. He was a good fish. A black-tipped red fish of sorts. His life here in the Carleson dormitory was short lived.



He appeared on a cold evening in Calvin's clutches. We helped him to move into his new home, a washed out caramel syrup bottle Calvin stole from the Shaw center at dinner. He seemed happy enough.

It was the second day when Calvin came to me with the startling news: "Hedwig's broken." "What do you mean, broken?" "He doesn't swim up from the bottom and stays on his side."

Yes, Hedwig was a broken fish. Today, Calvin informed me that he passed away. And so, in the dark of the night, a small group of mourners: Hayley, Spencer, Mike, Calvin, and possibly someone else but I don't recall exactly (I was choked up on the moment) stood in the shadow of Foster Hall. Using my emergency shovel in the trunk of my car, I dug a shallow grave. Calvin gave a beautiful eulogy and layed Hedwig in his bottle to rest in the earth. We sang "Amazing Grace" and Calvin and I poured some water out of our waterbottles "for our little homey who didn't make it."

Everyone, please remember Hedwig's family in your prayers these next few weeks.