MySpace-February 25, 2007-I'm mad.

Tiffany got me all riled up again when I came to school to study. I had pretty much slept off my anger towards Joe, snow, PMP and Joe's coworker. But now its back with a vengence.
When Joe asked my opinion in December about quitting Altec and starting at PMP, had I of known that I would never get to see him again, I would of told him not to. I miss him. And I am tired. Of school, not seeing Joe, of dogs that eat walls, of my mom not vistiting me, of just being tired.
So if the question comes up-am I mad at Joe? The answer may very well be yes.
BUT I DO REALIZE THAT HE CAN'T HELP IT.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 27, 2011.]

MySpace-February 21, 2007-I’m not a vet, I’m a doctor…of veterinary medicine

So the other day in class, our old Romanian anatomy professor, Dr. C, went into a rant about how he hates the word vet, how we must strive to press upon our clients that we are doctors of veterinary medicine. Everyone knows that an MD is doctor, he says, you're going to be doctors too.
And while, this was partially the ravings of an old man, he's right. In addition to everyone sharing the 'you're in vet school, what's wrong with my animal' stories, all of us can relate to the following because its surely happened at one point or another:
'Oh, you're in vet school? That's like a two year program right?'
'No, its four years like med school.'
'Oh. But you won't be like a doctor or anything.'
'Umm, yeah, I'm going to be a doctor, just of animals.'
Then they think to themselves 'That's not impressive, its just animals. I could do that'. And you see it all over their face so you respond-
'Actually, its harder to get into vet school than med school. And I have to learn more than one species.'
And they probably are either really impressed or not at all and walk away thinking that you're stupid for spending four years learning how to clean out kennels.
But wait! I am going to be doctor! You only wish that your doctor knew as much stuff as I did. When they went to med school, they dissected one animal! I've dissected a dog, a cat, a rabbit, a rat, a cow, a pony and eventually a chicken and a pig. They probably specialize in one area. Even your general practiceners don't do everything. Even if I don't specialize in one area, I will be a general practicener, an OB/GYN, a gastroenterologist, a orthopedic specialist, a pediatritian, (a horrible speller), a dermotologist and a nutrtionist! That;s everything I'll be as a dairy vet!
And doctors only have two letters behind their name. I'll have three.
Bottom line-Doctors of Veterinary Medicine are far, far superior to MDs. If I was dumb, I'd just be a people doctor. And we need to be recognized as such.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 22, 2011.]

MySpace-February 19. 2007-Sonic

I absolutly positivly love Sonic Fruit Smoothies! They are the best! Yogurt, fruit, fast food, that's on my diet right?

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 20, 2011.]

MySpace-February 18, 2007-Snow and Death

 It snowed. Again. Friday night as I was planning to go see Joe. Acutally, I was at Chili's eating with some friends when it started. I love baby back ribs! But I had my Mulvaney fix anyway. I saw Gabbi (well, I guess that she's not a Mulvaney anymore but that's beside the point) and Scott. They'd wandered up from Jeff City. It was exciting. So I went home and pouted about not going since it was still snowing and blowing like crazy.

I thought about going Saturday morning, but called MODOT at 4:20am and Jason there told me that lots of the interstate around KC was still snow covered because the second round was moving through. Sigh. Thanks for crushing all hope, Jason. I spent most of the day on the couch. Now its Sunday, and I motivated myself enough to come into school and do some AT sets.

I miss Joe. I can't wait for him to move down here. I can't wait to help him move and help him pack. I can't wait to help him clean and unpack. I can't wait to be able to make dinner for him and for him to come home from work only to find me asleep in his bed. I can't wait for someone else to take care of my dog when I hate her.

I thought about dying last night. More specifically if I was dying from cancer. I think that if I went to the doctor and they were going to tell me that I have X months to live, I'd prefer not knowing how long. Tell me that I will die, I'll plan my funeral and then just wait without knowing. And then also I thought given the option between getting treatment (and being miserable while doing so) and living for six months afterward -OR- not gettting treatment and living for only three months (and only being miserable the last couple weeks when you're actually dying), I'd choose the later. I'd rather be miserable for less time and have less time overall. It would be better for me to continue to do what I like for three months than to be sick for a month or two for what boils down to only three months of not being sick before dying. Its pretty much the same. I asked Joe the same and he choose the first option ( six months) but his reason was totally dorky and he makes me love him even more. (That or hate him, I'm not too sure.)
[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 20, 2011.]

MySpace-February 16, 2007-My car hates me

This morning, it was zero degrees. And my car thought it would be funny to play a little joke on me and not start. I just bought a new battery! One with 800 cold charging amps whatever those are. It cost me $80! So I called Tiffany. Thinking that because I had a new battery that it could possibly be something else, I went to check it out while I waited. My car started almost right up this time. Stupid car. Stupid friendly ghost that haunts it...

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 20, 2011.]

MySpace-February 13, 2007-Assorted randomness

It snowed. Again. It makes going to school so less motivating. And why do people make fun of me for bundling up? I have to walk a quarter of a mile or something and baby, its cold outside.
Last night, I hated my dog. But then again, I hate my dog most nights.
I need a break from school. Longer than a weekend. I'm about to kill a majority of my classmates.
I totally sucked up the last lab practical in anatomy. Must motivate self to work harder in that class.
We played with baby pigs today in nutrition. It was so fun and they were adorable. Its a shame that they don't stay three pounds. Its also a shame that the pigs we played with were going to be killed shortly thereafter...they couldn't go back to their moms because they'd spread pathogens.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 15, 2011.]

February 12, 2007-MySpace-mmm...Pork Chops, Continuation

 So Friday, I was bummed because my mom totally blew me off this weekend. I was really excited for her to come and visit me. I spent the night laying around on the couch. She also played the 'you're in vet school, what's wrong with my animal' card in regards to our nine year old barn cat, Mr. Kitten. He had a minor prolapse of his rectum. That's right, his butt was coming out his butt. But all seems well enough now. That night, I got a drunk dial from my little brother.
Saturday, I got up early to go to Premium Standard Farms in Milan, MO. I had been before but my love for the slaugter house keeps dragging me back. We had a short presentation, followed by a tour-everything from boxes of pork to live pigs. The only thing I could of done without seeing was the gut room. It was gross. Then a Q and A session and lunch. Then back to the crowded van for the long trip home. I rode in the back with the other two first years-Jesse and Josh. I sat in the middle and let them play lucky cowboy. About five minutes out, I was dying from heat and proceeded to take off every bit of clothing deemed morally acceptable to do so. There were lots of jokes. And Josh said his hair was too long-almost as long as mine. He though maybe he'd grow it out and we'd get matching haircuts. And then some lewd comments were made regarding my hair and holding on....It was a fun trip.
To be continued...

 First a complaint, why do my classmates insist on sending an e-mail to the class telling them that they sent an e-mail sending out notes. First of all, most of the time, I didn't ask for your notes, I have my own thanks. And second of all, we have class drop box for that sort of thing. If I want them, I'll either look for them or ask for them. And finally, it fills my inbox with crap.
Saturday, when I returned, I spent some time sick on the couch and then went to Cody's. It was a good time there. This was after I blew off Sarah Frei and dinner. Joe called me really late after I got back and we talked for  a while.
Sunday, I mooched some food off Sarah and her get together. Then I pretended to study for my histo quiz. I have a borderline B in that class and wish I could do better.
A new theory on Anna Nicole Smith's death taken from Becky- Her son was the baby's father. He realized this/was told as soon as the baby was born, explaining his sudden suicide just days after the birth. Anna Nicole committed suicide too, realizing that a DNA test was only days away and there was no avoiding the incest that she created. Again, she was trash.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 11, 2011.]

February 9, 2007-MySpace-Anna Nicole Smith

America has lost a national treasure, Anna Nicole Smith. I don't get why this is such a tragedy. I mean anyone dying is, but Anna Nicole Smith was only known for marrying a rich old man that died, having big boobs and being generally stupid. She exlempfied America by being white trash. And she died probably from an OD leaving behind a new baby and a dead son, that also died from a drug overdose. Yeah, its sad that she died but its not really important.

As for bovine club, it consists of people interested in being a bovine vet. We have speakers come and tell us about the industry. Sometimes we have corporately sponsored events and speakers. Generally, we eat better at those. Every meeting we have we have food. How else would you get people to come other than with free food? So Wednesday, I had a great steak sandwich and learned about vaccines from Fort Dodge. It was good times.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 11, 2011.]

MySpace-February 8, 2007-Birthday Part II

Anyway, like I said I had some birthday nachos. My friend Andrea, brought them in and we ate them during histology which is at 9am. I was really worried that requesting nachos as a somewhat of a joke would just solidify my craziness and no one would want to take part. Well, I was correct in that it solidified my craziness but the nachos were a total hit. February 7th is the official nacho birthday. I had a bovine club meeting that night and there was so much steak left over that I took three home.
I have a quiz that I'm not studying for currently.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 8, 2011.]

MySpace-February 7, 2007-Birthday

All I have to say is that we had nachos today for my birthday. And we cut both our pony and our cow into pieces. Its been a good birthday.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 8, 2011.]

MySpace-February 4, 2007-Ladder 49

Last night, instead of dedicating myself to studying, I watched Ladder 49 (and then some How Its Made and Jackass). And I'm sorry Joe, but firefighters are HOT! Jackie knows what I'm saying. I really think that while part of it is the uniform, the rest is that firefighters are genetically engineered to be hot. Unless they're from DeSoto, then its the opposite.
And maybe its just Joaquin Phoenix as a firefighter. I certainly would run off with him given the chance. But no, I dated a firefighter once and he was hot. But also an asshole.
Okay, so now that I've made Joe feel like crap because of his chosen career (?), I'll make him feel better. One day, I  had gone to the movies with some friends from school and we ran into another classmate and her boyfriend. This girl is really cute and myself average. But her boyfriend not so much. It made me feel good that an average girl like myself could be going out with some one as hot as Joe. That's right Joe. You're a hottie. So feel better. I love you?!

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 6, 2011.]

MySpace-February 3, 2007-Mad Scientist

Sometimes, I like to think about myself as an eccentric, mad scientist. This is particularlly true when I am wearing my anatomy lab coat and rubber boots. And when I don't comb my hair. Like this weekend. Subsuquently this is also when I think I look my hottest.

Yesterday, I mistakenly chose batman over superman as Joe's favorite superhero. I hate myself.

Okay, now I must study. There's lots of things I don't know for my test on Monday.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 6, 2011.]

MysSpace-February 1, 2007-You would think...

That if I was tired of doing poorly in school, that I'd study more and work harder. But you'd be terribly mistaken. I'm more tired of being tired.

[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 6, 2011.]