Today I woke up at nine a.m and read about yoga until ten, when my mom yelled at me about three times to get dressed and eat breakfast. We had oatmeal for breakfast. I'm under the impression that oatmeal tastes better without maple syrup. At about ten thirty, I started painting some elephants on a flat canvas. It turned out a mess. The elephant painting I'm doing is for part of my homework. I'm not even an eighth done yet, and it's due tomorrow! My mom promised she would talk to our teacher about how we were really busy the past couple weeks, and how we were unable to finish all our homework. My mom's the principal, so Beastie (my teacher) should listen to her. I still want to get my painting done, though, even though it looks terrible (my sister and my Mom think otherwise).

There's only three days until I get a Guinea Pig! That's also kind of unfortunate, though, because I STILL haven't gotten around to convincing my mom. I feel like I really need a pet. I've been waiting five months. It's too bad I can't get a cat, though, because that's what I really wanted in the first place. But a Guinea Pig will do just fine. I really like Guinea Pigs now, and I've read five books about them. I'm a supreme expert on Guinea Pigs. I even did a presentation in school about them not too long ago. Right now my desktop (on my computer) is a picture of a Guinea Pig. It's really cute, too. I'd like to adopt a Guinea Pig, from the "Best Rodent Rabbit Ferret House" in Seattle. It smells a bit like a barn there, but I like the smell of barns, for somet reason. It kind of smelled like hay. There were little "degus" there, they're really funny little creatures. I liked the ferrets the best...they're really curious animals, but pretty hard to take care of. Ferrets like stealing things, and hiding them in places. I can't wait for Saturday. We don't have Chinese Class on Saturday, so it's just the perfect time for purchasing a Guinea Pig or two. And we can buy all the supplies at the adoption place, too. They have all kinds of stuff. I want an extra-large cage for my Guinea Pig.

But whatever can I do to convince my mom? Sometimes I wish my mom wasn't the head of the family. It doesn't usually work out. She makes all the decisions, and also, she isn't very tolerant. I can't ask her about getting a pet without her getting really, really mad. I've grown terrified of asking her anything about pets.