Xanga-January 27, 2007

Stupid or Incredibly Smart?

So Friday, after I got home from a rocking (or so-so) day of school, there were two messages on my phone from Joe. Apparently, our conversation of the night before had stressed him somewhat (check his blog out, he touches on it). And I admit, he had a right to be stressed about it. I did do some crying. And I don't know what to think about how things are going-school is hard, Joe is working all the time and more than anything I just want to lay my head on Joe's shoulder, maybe do some crying and just be there with him. And we need to talk about his moving to Columbia at the end of the summer and the living arrangements thereafter. (I need to turn in a lease renewal by Feb. 15th for a $100 bonus.) Anyway, after some frantic textmessages, cleaning of bunny cages and packing, I left my house around 10:30 to arrive in St.Joe just after one. Joe and I spent alot of time standing in the kitchen hugging and I knew despite having said I would study, drive the mules, go eat Chinese with friends, look at microbiology slides and go to a horse expo this weekend that driving to St.Joe in the middle of the night was indeed the right thing to do. But don't tell my mom that I did it.
So here I am at Joe's computer, while he's busy earning some major overtime cash (to buy me something nice I like to say but seriously he should pay for school), I am going to do some of my studying. He figured out how to get one of my programs to work and when he gets off we're going to the casino. This morning we ate breakfast with Jay, Angela, Hannah and Alex. Then we went to the arcarde with Alex-we had a discussion about my study habits. Alex devistates me. But don't tell my mom that either.
And about my rocking/so-so day, Friday, well, let's recap the week. And last week. Last week, I had a quiz on which I got a C and then accused of cheating. It seriously is cool now and things have been better explained as to what constitutes 'taking notes' when reviewing a test. I had a histo quiz-C-poo. And an anatomy test-an A on one written part, a D on another (the GD computer screwed me out of some points), and a B on the practical on which nothing was missed for spelling. This week I had a test in nutrition which the scores havn't been released on yet. I thought I did super great walking out of it then people started talking about what they put down as answers and started pulling out notes to check and I think my A fell to a C. I hope that's as low as it went. I had a quiz on which I got a D but didn't study super hard for. And a test on which I got a B. And a quiz which I think I got a B on. I don't remember. But I did cry about not remembering how to spell bronchiole.
Friday morning I woke up and my knee didn't hurt. Sore but not excrutiating. Also Friday, my friends and I went to lunch at a Mexican place. Yeah, like that was on my diet. And then we gave a tour of the library to a non-MU friend. I re-enacted my fainting episode and we ran into Glenn Rehn. He was randomly talking to some blond girl who had an acent and who's sister goes to vet school Who is this mystery girl? Edwina King! Luise's sister! Luise is a VM3, that Frei lived with and I knew from undergrad. Glenn knows everyone I swear!
Riley ate a second hole in the wall behind her crate. She scooted the cookie sheet aside to do so. And she's sort of chewed on an unprotected piece of floorboard beind it too. And she peed on the couch from being scared of a visiting friend. Stupid dog.

Second Entry From Tuesday

Frustrated

Oh yeah, so I'm the open house chair for procuring the dairy cow and fistulated cow (one that has a hole in the side) for open house. Done. Except that bovine club tells me that its their job and that they run the whole thing. And I want to work the actual booth but I was told by the head chairs that I can't but someone from the committee has to be with the exhibit at all times. SO WHY CAN'T I RUN IT TOO! I have to be there anyway....And they told us originally that we didn't have to work our class displays but now we do? No one knows what the fuck is going on and it makes me mad! MAD! But pretty much only if I don't actually get to show people how to milk a cow myself.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 28, 2011.]