One Punch to Banner in Savannah

So I just signed up for my Winter Semester of classes!
I was strangely zen this time around. I honestly didn't stress over it at all, and I definitely didn't spit up blood. Even though I had to switch some things around, it didn't really matter that much to me as long as I could get all my classes.
It's not really a great schedule, but it will do. My earliest class is at 11 AM, four days a week; my latest is at 5 PM, three days a week. I have four classes on Monday and Wednesday, two classes on Thursday (at 11 AM and 5 PM, no less), and three on Friday. Actually, it's a lot better than the one I was planning to get up until about twenty minutes ago, when I learned one of the sections I wanted was filled...
This time for CAT 2, we had a choice of four different teachers who would focus on different things. I was planning to get this teacher who apparently dresses like a Mafia don, since he sounded cool. The course was about scientific morals and stuff, which wasn't really that interesting to me, but I figured it was better than the other three.
Cue this Monday, when I decided to take a look at the other three courses. This time the second one grabbed my eye. His course revolved around science in reference to...the law. We'd be learning how the law plays into all sorts of things. Well. I think you can figure out I instantly decided I wanted to be in his class, and you can bet I am.

Recently I decided I want to be a prosecutor. Way back in April, after becoming obsessed with Phoenix Wright, I wanted to become a lawyer, but I was always confused about which kind. Defensor o fiscal? Before I could decide, I gave up my dream. I didn't play Phoenix Wright for a while, which helped wane my interest, but I thought that when I started playing the first one, I'd immediately change my mind again.
No such luck! The thing was, Phoenix was so incompetent in Ace Attorney. He went months without taking cases, and he only got any because he stumbled into them. No way did I want a life like that. I figured it was a lost cause.
But then came Case 5. I don't know what exactly it was, but suddenly I wanted to become a prosecutor, fighting for justice, determining the truth, the kind that would make Lana Skye proud. A prosecutor gets to look around crime scenes too, right? And work with the police and everything? And wear large scarves that people call mufflers? I think it sounds like a very interesting path. It's not like I'm going to stop becoming an editor. But I'm also going to investigate into this possibility as well. At this point, law school, or any type of graduate school, is pretty unfeasible. But I'm going to continue living like there's still many open doors for me. I mean, what else can you expect from someone who still thinks she can be a ninja?

Yeah, you know, a ninja lawyer.

SO YESTERDAY, I had a full day of fun. Which I'm now going to talk about in horrific detail.

First I woke up at 5:45 and then waited until 5:58 to get up. I then read Descendants of Darkness Volume 4 and then set off to go to my SAT Subject Tests!

The plan was that the SATs would start at 8, and I'd get out by 10:15 at the latest and head over immediately to the West Charleston Library. However, we had to wait for our testing room to fill completely up, and as a result we didn't start until 8:30. I went into a panic.

It was raining pretty hard while taking the tests! It sounded like we were being attacked or something. The tests themselves were pretty much just like the AP exams. I took the Literature and US History tests, and hopefully I did well? I don't really know. Anyway, the upshot was that I didn't get out of testing until- GASP- 10:45. So my dad and I went speeding down whatever road we were on to get to the library.

( No one ever expected the Eye-Eating Inquisition. )

Stephanie's parents then drove us to the Galleria, and on the way there my reputation was slandered yet AGAIN. There is absolutely no way that I will ever be drunk at Fremont Street at the age of 50, since I don't like alcohol or that area of town. SO THERE.

At the Galleria, we ate at Red Robin! I might have humilated myself when I asked for the Chick-Chick-Chicken Fingers off the Kid's Menu (the guy laughed a little and gave me a weird look!), but I don't CARE. Those chicken fingers are the best. They were as good as I remembered from seven years ago! We also stole crayons and coasters from the place. And by "stole," I just mean "took without asking."

Next we DID NOT buy candles at the Halloween store. They actually make Megaman costumes. I still can't believe that. I want to be Lan Hikari. Anyway, then we went to Walenbooks, in which I did not buy anything. But I ALMOST bought the not-Saiyuki manga (Car...Racer? I forget), a Doctor Who novel (which I was going to get until I started reading it and lost it at lines like "H2Omigod!" I'm going to make my parents buy it.), Loveless 3 (WILLPOWER! D: I'll get it next weekend.), D-Grayman, Fake 4, Hands Off!, Satisfaction Guarenteed, and the last Series of Unfortunate Events novel. But, see... I am a rational person who refuses to buy things for full price. HAHAHA. So I left without anything.

So then we had to walk over to Sunset Station! We climbed up a brick wall to do so, and a guy taking a NORMAL path below us laughed. Then I apparently freaked everyone out by reading too much into Little Red Riding Hood. We cut through the casino and then ended up in the bowling alley in which...

I WAS RANDOMLY ACOSTED BY KYLE FROM SCHOOL. >O We were just walking along minding our own business (thankfully, we had stopped dancing to disco music by the time this happened), when I saw some guy with a red shirt, a pack of soda, and a cell phone walking a few steps over to my right. I, not seeing who it was, paid no attention even as he walked closer. And then WHOOSH! he shouts something and kicks up his leg right in front of my face. I, thinking I am going to be MOLESTED and ATTACKED (which sadly happens more often than it should), let out a yell like a lame, lame person. Kyle then laughs. I go into shock. Crystal cries out something. Stephanie grabs her umbrella and begins threatening to kill Kyle with it. I snap out of my shock. We walk on. Kyle then walks back over to us and asks what we're doing, to which we go, "...Bowling." He then leaves us alone. And we go bowling. Just...what the hell.

In our first game of bowling, we did Hellsing characters! I was Jan Valentine and therefore got to swear whenever I fucking felt like it. Which wasn't that often because I am not a swearing person. I ALMOST won...but I lost to Alucard (Alosercard!) by 9 points. In our NEXT game, we did Bleach characters, and I was Ishida! But then I felt reaaallly bad, because then my friends went on to call Ishida completely gay. Aaaand...He COULD be. But STILL. They completely bastardized his name. D: Although I still think "Geishida" is really cute. Stephanie, as Yachiru, won by a lot. Crystal was Ikkaku! So I put "Yumi/Ika Owns U!" on the screen because...it does. Yaaaay.

Then I went home and watched television and went to sleep.

And that was yesterday.