Gah, so lost. 9_9;;

I took this test and got Creator as my result. ( Here's the whole e-mail here--a brief report, of course. Have to pay for the full one. )

See, this is where things get annoying. I like art. I really do. If I don't have something to draw on and something to draw WITH when I go anywhere, I get itchy. Just having it makes me feel better, even if I don't actually use it. And with a thought process like that, one would think that art/some kind of creative career would be great for me. Idealistically, yes, that's true. And I'm a very idealistic person. Problem is, the pessimist in me has grown considerably over the years I've been working, and that part of me wonders if I'd get into that line of work, drawing or creating for a living, and burn myself out. Would I lose my passion for creating?

I still have dog groomer in the back of my mind, just because it joins creativity and working with animals... and it'd be a hell of a lot cheaper than a BA in Psychology at Mercy. XD;

NEED ADVICE... please.

Also, unrelated: Nick is coming over later. He says we need to talk about us. I really wish he hadn't said anything, because I'm worrying now and my stomach's upset over it, and it'll likely be that way all day. I'm drawing now to try to take my mind off it.

Bounce!

So... uh... yeah. One day I'll make up my mind. I think I've got it now, though. I think I'd enjoy it. Combines teaching (something I'd wanted to do YEARS ago before I hit junior high school and saw how badly preteens treated teachers) with animals. Would be rewarding to see the progress. Could possibly lead to self-employment or my own business.

And I hope it doesn't sound stupid, but when I watch Dog Whisperer (which I have religiously since I first discovered it), I'm fascinated. This isn't the first time I've thought about training, but this IS the first school nearby that I've found.

Nick's talk has to do with the frequency (or lack thereof, lately) we see each other. We're both busy. Tuesdays are bad for him because he's got a class, Thursdays are usually bad for me because that's my shelter day, every other Friday and weekend's usually bad for me... so we have Monday and Wednesday as definites, and that's IF he doesn't have something he needs to do, which has been the case the past two times. And if I do take advantage of the dog training school, I'll be even busier. (I'll also be home on weekends, but then one of those days would probably go to working at the shelter, and then I'd have maybe Saturday night/Sunday with him.)

We'll have to work it out, though. I was going to tell him I'd be going back to school, so things might get a lot worse anyway. And our schedules don't mesh. I'm up and out and back earlier than he is, and I also tire easily.

Oh: Mom called earlier, about a dog shelter in Williamsburg that I already knew of (Brooklyn Animal Resource Coalition, or BARC), to see if I wanted to get a dog from there. (I told her I've looked at them before and the majority of their dogs are pits and staffies and terriers, dogs I have no problem with as long as they're well-behaved, but we can't get if Dad and Craig are to come down.) She also called Dad... something. Damnit. An ass? XD;; I can't remember. We both agreed he had a stick up his butt, hehe.