Here fishy fishy fishy

My mum and sister have vacated the premises for a while, leaving me at home alone.

So, to keep myself company and to rain love upon I have obtained a fish. He is very cool, although still a bit traumatized at the moment. At the pet store I had to choose between your classic goldfish or the angelfish they had. I had originally considered a goldfish, but after looking at the angelfish it was no contest. They're really graceful >_<

So the new love of my life is a little zebra striped angelfish named Fishsticks. He swims around in his little bowl and I talk to him about things. He's a very good listener. Also, I refer to him as a he but I have no idea what gender he is. Apparently there is no discernible difference between the male and female angelfish, and the only way to tell which is which is by watching them while they're spawning. Which I wouldn't do, I mean come on, give a fish some privacy.

I've never really had a pet of my own, so this is kind of a big responsibility. Yes, there was a pony that was given to me on my thirteenth (fourteenth? fifteenth? it seems like a lifetime ago) but I think my dad just wanted a pony and used me as an excuse. I loved Jimmy the Pony, to be sure, but he was never really mine and I wasn't really responsible for him. Also, he was pretty mean to me.

Once he managed to escape from our compound and ended up on television. Imagine our surpise when on the six o'clock news there was a story about "someones donkey or ass" (apparently no biologists were able to give their expert opinion) wandering around the carpark at the supermarket, harassing small children and shoppers. He was never the same after that, always acting like he was too good for us. Fame went to his head I reckon.

So yeah, I'm going to go check on Fishsticks now, is it too early to start teaching him tricks?