Fish're here.
They're /smaller/ than I expected - the golden male, particularly.. The green male isn't looking too snappy, we'll keep an eye on him, but the other two are doing pretty well. Mom offered 'em some white worms (live) and frozen brine shrimp, and initial 'what the hell is THAT?!' aside, they ate 'em.
So, we'll see what we've got in a week or so..

Ah - and I now have a cover for my tank. Mom bought one last week, turned out to be a cover for a five gallon tank. Not gonna fit, obviously. So I took it back and exchanged it. The salesgirl was a little surprised - the boxes are practically /identical/.
I'll tweak the plastic bit later - the main part of the cover is glass, but the back piece is made to be clipped to fit around the filter/heater whatever else you have back there.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Yea, verily: Who is that, rampaging along the mini-mall parking lot! It is Sylverthorne, hands clutching buzzsaw hand extensions! And with a mighty cry, her voice cometh: "I'm going to bruise you all the way to Micronesia!!"

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Eh. They call it the School of Hard Knocks - and I'm intimately aquainted with it....
... I'm not sure if it's heartening to know that I'm not the only one who ever had issues with other kids while I was growing up, or scary as all hell.
Went through my childhood pretty much a loner - although I always wanted to fit in, I never knew how to manage it and usually failed miserably when I tried... so I too, know what that's like.
All I can say is hang in there - in the end, it's worth it.
(I still want to slap the guy who said that 'talent has a price' or somesuch drek - it do, but I'd like to think that happiness isn't included!)
Anyway - hang in there. We're here, we're rootin' for ya - and we'll help if you decide you want to go apeshit with a baseball bat. ^_~