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.]
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