When I Grow Up...

c. 1995:
"I want to be a singer when I grow up. I want to be a singer because I want almost everybody to know me. I plan on joining up with my cousin because she helped me write a song called 'Thanksgiving.'"

c. 1997:
"When I grow up I want to be a pianist. I want to be a pianist because I feel I am very good at piano. My piano teacher, Ms. Carol, gives me lessons. Every Friday I can learn a new step of music. Ms. Carol is a very nice teacher."

c. 1998:
"When I grow up I want to be a scientist, but not just any scientist! I want to be one that studies insects, arachnids, and bugs. (Snakes, too!) Why do I want to study those things? I want to because they are interesting to me. That isn't something you hear from a girl, right? Wrong! Girls can like bugs and stuff too, but anyways, I want to be one of those scientists because I want to learn a whole lot more about bugs, insects, arachnids, and snakes."

What I'm Actually Doing:
I am going to school to be a psychologist (almost done with my B.A.)! I'm going to apply to a graduate program for the fall of 2010. If I don't get into the doctorate program that I want, I am going to apply for a master's. The details aren't completely ironed out, as far as what I'm going to do with these degrees goes, but I've got some ideas. And oh, they're good ones.

In the meantime, I'm working part-time at a shoe store. Y-yay shoes? I have this song stuck in my head the entire time I'm working: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA (Warning: There are some cusses in that video)

Even though my "original plans" didn't pan out, I'm really happy with the direction that my life is going in.

But then, you never know if I'm gonna change my mind... again...