Ah-muh-nah-mah-nuh.
Please excuse the rant that was my previous entry.
I had math tonight, and am now home. I don't have many classes left until they are all over and I must take my pretest and then: THE TEST! [[ Audience gasps ]] The 8 hour moment of truth. I know. Long test. But I want to get it over with, you know what I mean, jellybean? So I will bear the eight hours with (some) dignity.
My mom wants me to do something during the day, so I decided to take variation dance (that's tap, jazz, and ballroom) at the YMCA. I've always wanted to learn to dance. BUT! They only have that class at night, so my mom said no because she wants me to find something during the day. Everything during the day is for people 18+ and I hate lying about my age (though my mom has no problem with it). I wanted to take dance really badly. I was excited. Rats. I have to find something else now. I'll look it up.
Dad has basically talked me out of my Become a Lawyer plan. He brought up good points. Damn him. Now I'm back to Phase One: Pick a Career. I think maybe I'll go into zoology because I love animals with a burning passion that consumes my very being. *Snuggles her kitty* When I was younger, I always wanted to be a vet or a zoologist and I wanted to work at the zoo and then travel to Africa and study all kinds of animals... like hyenas and meerkats and lemurs and lions and bats and... and... STUFF! Maybe I could do that...? That would be keen.