MySpace-March 25, 2007-Aww...Spring Break!

Spring Break started on Friday afternoon and none too soon. I don't really remember much of what I did Friday-I know that it involved sleeping and buying some groceries. Then I drove to St.Joe in the middle of the night, well, it was more like 9pm when I left Columbia.
Saturday, Joe and I picked up Alex and wandered around town to various stores looking for various things. Then we hung out with Jay and his family for the birthday bar-be-que. It was super sweet that he invited us. I did some sleeping while Joe played around trying to get the internet working and then we went out on a date. We went to dinner and nothing good was playing at the movies and we couldn't find any of our friends to hang out with so we hung out with Jackie and Casey instead-an equally good time I suppose.
Today, we went to eat with Jackie and then Joe went to work. I had decided to spend the night since what else am I going to do? Its spring break! I went over to Jackie's house and hung out. Now I'm writing this entry, eating melty ice cream and watching the dog play with her ball on Joe's futon. I'll go home in the morning when Joe goes to school.

So what else do I have planned for break? Well, I plan on doing some spring cleaning, getting a hair cut to Joe's dismay (I LIKE looking like a boy thank you very much), getting the oil changed in my car and just hanging out. I have a list. My mom is coming to Columbia on Wednesday to pick up the animals while I go to Oklahoma and I hope to get to go to the casino then too. Oklahoma is Thursday through Saturday and I am totally excited. I don't know the details of what exactly is going on but I think that a trip to a beef slaughterhouse is going to happen. And I know that I'm riding down there in a van full of boys (and one other girl). The makings of a porn? Perhaps...but Joe's down with it. Irregardless (that one's for you too, Joe), it will be a fine time.

How did this week finish out at school? I don't know for sure. Other than the fact that everyone was ready to tear each other's throats out, it was fine. No, wait, that's a total and complete lie. It sucked. We had three tests in three days. The first test went horrible. The second I think I got a B on but don't know for sure because I didn't check my score. The thrid sucked but may of gone okay-again, I didn't check my score. The practical sucked ass. Oh well.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]

MySpace-March 19, 2007-National Act Like You're Happy Day

Can kiss my ass...
(*Note-For about the next week, expect all of my entries to be regarding how much I hate school, hate my life and general anger, bitterness and complaints. Blame the lady illness, blame me, blame vet school, whatever...)
Anyway, my stomach hurts, my clothes don't fit (basically because I'm a fatty.) and my backpack broke on the way up from trowbridge parking lot. That sucks.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 19, 2011.]

MySpace-March 18, 2007-My Head Hurts...

and unlike Joe, its not from last night. I have three tests this week and have begun to freak out about them. I have a 40% in one of these classes. (I don't have grades in the other two.) There isn't time!
I want to quit school. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 19, 2011.]

Xanga-March 18, 2007

Well Xanga, you probably thought I died. Seeing as its been over a month since I posted to you. And even then you were getting the myspace second hand posts. I apoligize. For the convienence of all of my adoring fans and friends, I've chosen to post only to myspace. So you should go there if you are looking for some updates. I don't know the exact address of my blog but you can get to it from my page www.myspace.com/ponygirlrocks
Again, Xanga, I am terribly, terribly sorry. Maybe one day I'll cut the cord and delete my account entirely rather than letting the pain linger.
As a postscript, I'd like to add that I enjoy that other people found the need to post something random even though they never use this site either.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 19, 2011.]

Xanga-March 17, 2005

And here begins another long entry---
So this weekend (Sunday) sort of started what would be a semi-bad week. I had nothing to do with the following but they lost an embryo. Like it was sitting in a dish and then the dish disappeared. Lots of fingers were pointed and feelings hurt. This is sort of a big deal seeing as how transfering horse embryos is their business.
Then Sunday afternoon I went to the mailbox and there was a letter for me from Mizzou, not just Mizzou but the vet school. So right there at the mailbox I opened it and found out that I had been declined a postion in next years class but then below that in bold was the news that I had been placed on the alternate list so that if someone decides not to go there I can have their place. I screamed with joy! Then I drove back to tell Dr. Thacker and Rachel and I cried all the way down the driveway. So it was a major deal-on one hand I had been rejected from vet school but on the other I had been placed on the alternate list meaning like the letter said that the commitee was impressed with my application enough to seriously consider me. But I was thinking and now I need to start searching for a real job. And not going to vet school will open up lots of doors for me: I can find a job anywhere, move to St.Joe for awhile, get an apartment that allows dogs and get my corgi. Pretty much anything I want I can now do because I'm not being tied down for the next four years by my future. But then I called the vet school looking for what number I was on the list because say if I was number 1 then I would say that a postion was almost guarenteed for me, but if I was number 10 then probably not. I didn't get to talk to anyone but after we got home from Golden Corral ('Its literally a corral for angry fat people!'-Benji from Good Charlotte---Wednesday-Cattles Night, Erick and Matt would be proud.) there was a message on my phone from Kathy. She said that I had not been rejected and they fully expect to be able to take me in the class. I was only five away from being chosen anad last year (Martha and Frei's class) they took nine off of the alternate list and seven the year before. So I'm pretty excited!
On Monday, I had three donuts for breakfast. Is this alot? Because Dr. Matthews seems to think so. Anyway, later in the week he was trying to stick a culture sample in my pocket but wasn't anywhere even near my pocket and then he told me that maybe I should get some looser jeans and not eat three donuts! AHHH!
This entry isn't nearly as good as the one I had planned when I didn't have any time to write it.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 19, 2011.]

MySpace-March 13, 2007-Weekend Conclusion

Well, I didn't get to go to the testicle festival. I'd be lying to say I was disappointed. The fact of the matter is that once you've dissected the testicles of several species, you're less inclined to eat them. And once you've seen the descent of the testis dance twice, you're more incline to groan when thinking about the gubernaculum testis-an embryological structure that pulls the balls into the sack. (Those are the technical terms.) But I guess I'd be amiss to say I wouldn't eat some testicles providing that 1) there was a good coating of fried floury goodness and 2) they were either on a stick or had an assortment of dipping sauces.
So what did I do with Joe instead? We woke up late then went and ate at Chipolte. Joe wanted Pizza Hut but his desire to please me outweighed his lust for greasy pizza that I refused to eat. I totally played the whinny girlfriend card there. But he was pleased because as we left they were playing Tom Waits. Then we went to the book store and I shot him down from buying me things. After that we picked up Alex, got my car and belongings and then hung out with Jackie and Casey. Jackie gave me a mom boost. It was cool.
Now I'm back at school. I got all of my final grades with no great suprises. I feel so much better about last block than the semester before.
Tomorrow is my last day of class this week; then I'm going home to DeSoto for at least two days. The weekend? Who knows where I'll be! Here, there, St.Joe? I don't know.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 10, 2007-A

That letter reflects my performance in nutrition. My first vet school A! The rest of the grades probably would be where I think them to be. I'll let you know if there are any surprises.
My dog almost got hit by a car last night. She escaped from my house when I was taking things out to load into the car and was running around the parking lot. She chased (or herded) one car and then another one came into the parking lot and she took at it despite my protests head on barking. It slammed on its brakes. Dumb dog. The last thing I would of wanted to do was take her to school.
I'm in the Joe right now. Joe went to work, I took a nap and will do some homework today. We had breakfast with Jay and Angela and Alex and Hannah and then went with Alex to the arcade. He got me a piggy bank with his prize tickets. It was fun. Tomorrow-the prospect of a testicle festival.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 9, 2007-My Dog's IQ

As you all well know, my dog likes to tear things up. Be it a stuffed animal, an 'indestructable' ball or the wall, she tears shit up. But I think she's pretty smart. She's a corgi so by defalt she's smart and also by default she's going to be a puppy until she can't jump onto the bed anymore. She plays fetch and catch. And has figured out how to bounce the ball off the end of her nose right back too me. I think too she knows that if I tell her to go potty and she doesn't have to, just to squat and I'll think she did. But then her intelligence fails when I ask her 'Where's mommy? Go find mommy!' and instead of running to me, she finds her squeaky ball. But at least then she brings it too me.

I have a quiz today whenever I feel like taking it. I intended on taking it at 7am this morning but was too sleepy to study at 5am for it. I'll study between 1and 2 pm and then take it. Then I'll play with the mules. Then go shopping putting $100 on my credit card that I really shouldn't do and then prepare to go see Joe. We've both been having a terrible week. But I made him food-chicken noodles, hamburger helper, pork chops with greenbeans and mashed potatoes, biscuits and cookies. All in my freezer and ready for him to eat. I like to do these nice things for him. It make me happy. More happy than vet school, almost as happy as cows, so you know that its got to be good.

Also I found out that 12 people are going to Oklahoma. I figured with that many one other girl has to be going. And I was right. One other girl who I don't know from Adam is going. Josh is the only other first year going. I'm signed up to room with this girl but might change and room with Josh...but there's the possiblity that he might shave my head while I sleep.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 8, 2007-Still having a rough day

Tiffany and I are cool. Kevin is gloating about it.
We finally decided on our topic but unfortunatly (and predictably) it was already taken. I'm pissed. And knew if we dicked around about it, like we did, that it would be taken by the people that took it. So now its off to the drawing board...

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 7, 2007-I Should Really Learn To Control My Temper...

...Because it makes my best friend cry.
I've had a rough day. And there are some things that I refuse to back down on.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 7, 2007-Awesome.

That's how to describe the chicken noodles that I made last night. I just hope they freeze and thaw well enough to taste the same when Joe gets them. That's right. All this week, cooking for my boyfriend, freezing it and then taking it to him on Friday.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 6, 2007-I Forgot my Lubri-Vet

Yesterday, I got royally screwed on my anatomy test. I think I got a 58% on one part of the written. No one believes that they did well on the practical while I believe that I did fine. I suppose its a case of wait and see. Wait and see what my grades are for that block.
We started Block Four on Monday as well. My classes are boring and I spend the day acting like a sardine crammed into a classroom with my classmates, grad students and my classroom boyfriend, Kevin. I have a teacher named Charlie Brown. No joke.
Anyway, I was thinking that vet schools need more representation for, by and towards large animal vets. Everyone crys about how no one wants to be a large animal vet. How the need will only keep growing. How only 10% of your class (making roughly seven people) has any large animal interest at all. That includes mixed practice interests and horse people. Anyway, I think if people thought about the benefits that outweigh the negatives (getting up in the cold middle of the night to pull a calf) that perhaps they'd be more willing to be a large animal vet.
As a small animal vet, you have three types of clients. Those that would literally spend any amount of money and do anything for their pet, those that act like taking the pet to the vet once a year for shots is the biggest deal and treat you (despite your 6+ years of school) no better than they would the 15 year old at McDonald's and those that only come in when Fluffy got hit by a car or Prissy the cat is losing weight because of the huge worm load, but won't buy the dewormer.
Even though you might only see a large animal client, two or three times a year to work calves or in an emergency to pull a calf or something else, they always treat you with the most respect. You're their friend and they treat like such. Its a big deal when you come to the farm.
You show up the the dairy to preg check cows and the milker stops in to say hello, the calf manager stops by to tell you not to forget to look at the calves, the guy on the tractor making silage stops by to remind you to have your receptionist call his wife to set up an appointment to work his beef cows, the owners of the dairy are there to help you work the cattle and probably their kids are too. You talk to the kids about school (and in my fantasy they have, had or will have my future school teacher husband (I know I'm putting the cart before horse)) and about the weather, feed prices and everything else. If its a hot day, you end up with a glass of iced tea in your hand. If its lunch time, a ham sandwich because they know that its better than McDonald's even if its Carl Budding lunch meat.
And that my friend is why its better to be a large animal vet. And that's why I want to be one. For iced tea on hot days and hams at Christmas.

[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]

MySpace-March 3, 2007-Cue Porn Music

I signed up to go the AVC convention/meeting in Oklahoma City. Its the last weekend of spring break. While the AVC is mostly beef/feedlot vets, there was one dairy speaker and its a good opportunity to remind everyone who is the large animal queen in our class. And we might go to a beef slaughter house in Kansas. I'm excited. (I know that I might very well be the only person on the planet that gets excited about slaughter houses.)  And a little worried. Well, I don't know who else is going. I might be the only girl going. I might be the only one in the van. I might be sharing a hotel room with three guys. They might shave my head in my sleep. Its too expensive to get my own room. And besides, I always get along well being just one of the guys...girls are bitches.

[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]

MySpace-March 1, 2007-Fingers Crossed...

First off, apparently, my classmates hate me. Monday, Tiffany and I were in the histo lab looking at slides for the test we had yesterday. Admittedly, we were being pretty loud. We can't help it; we have a good time. Anyway, supposedly, when we left at five, someone started clapping because we were gone. There weren't that many people in there and it makes me mad. Because if by now, my class hasn't figured out that I'm loud then fuck them. And fuck them again if they don't have the balls to tell me to be quiet. And I know now Martha will be all 'be careful what you say because you don't know who will read this', but I don't care because I'm pretty sure it was the big dumb bitch Selena that clapped. And that my friends is the pot calling the kettle black.
Anyway, yesterday, we had a terrible histology final. Dr. Frappier honestly hates us. I needed a 75% to keep my B. Only a 50% to get a C. I'll probably fall somewhere inbetween. Especially since, on one part that was six or so questions, I put papillae every time instead of lamina. Ugh.
Today was the nutrition final. I had a low A going in and I think I might of done okay on the test. Hopefully, well enough to pull an A in the class. My first vet school A! No, Peggy, I didn't get an A in cell bio. Thanks for rubbing it in my face.
Tomorrow is the physiology final. I have a C in the class and don't know what I need to keep it but need a 48.5 out of 50 for a B. So, I'll take my C and be happy. I know I know the material better than I'm testing on it. Everyone is freaking out but its just 50 points. A majority of the class points is over and done. Ugh.
And Monday is my anatomy final and the start of the new block. I don't know what I need and am not postive that I want to know. I'm not doing so hot in that class and I blame my lack of motivation and ablitiy to remember things esp. arteries because in the end doesn't surgery come down to 'cut that, don't cut that, stop that bleeding'. I think it does. And hopefully, the new block isn't as scary as it sounds.
Anyway, I'm not mad at Joe anymore. I guess I wasn't really to begin with, just in one of my 'why can't I be a normal girlfriend every once in a while' moods that I get every three months of so.
Now to take a nap and fake some studying.
PS-my dog ate a rubber ball. I don't know how much she ate versus just tore up. Still waiting for it to come out her butt.

[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]