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I'm going to meet Jack Hanna. Maybe.

Yesterday, I went and applied for a job downtown, so I can hopefully have a job when I start school. Because I'm going to be let go from Vikki's soon. So anyways. I went downtown with the bestby. He drove because he's a sweetheart and doesn't get stressed out while driving like I do. Especially downtown. Plus I wasn't feeling so hot. So we went down town, turned in the application, browsed the bookstore. Then we were leaving. And I saw it. A huge poster that said Jack Hanna is coming August 22 at 11:00!!! I stopped right in my tracks and let out a little squeal.

He better bring the kangaroo. And let me pet it.

I love Jack Hanna. I spent most of childhood watching and rewatching three of his tapes on VHS. My favorite was the baby animals one. Jack Hanna introduced me to silent movies. Jack Hanna fueled my love for the little creatures of the earth. He also gave me the words to describe a friends noisy chewing back in ninth grade. (He sounded like a iguana eating a banana.)
Iguana Eating Banana Here is the closest video to that noise I could find. Listen really closely, then imagine a 15 year old person making those noises much louder.

So, he's coming! On my third day of college. There's a slight problem. I kind of have a class that starts at 11. It goes until 12:15. His performance goes from 11 till 1. I hope it will be one of those events where you can just walk in and not have the whole room staring at you. Because I REALLY want to go! Like, really really really really REALLY bad! And I hope that he doesn't show the really cool animals until I get there :)

On another college related note, my friend asked me if I wanted to see Imagine Dragons in September. I was like yeah, let me ask my mo- OH WAIT! I DON'T HAVE TO ASK MY MOM FOR PERMISSION BECAUSE I'M GOING TO BE A COLLEGE STUDENT AND CAN DO WHAT I WANT! It was quite an exciting moment. I'm not one of those people who doesn't do anything without asking for permission first. I'm a big girl, and I was raised to be independent. So I knew how to take care of myself when the time came that I need to. Which will be in a month. And which is why I was able to decide that this would be an ok concert to attend without moshing and walking distance from my dorm. :)

I hope the bestby looks like Jack Hanna when he's old and wears cute little slings with kangaroos in them. Hahahaha!
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