Three main areas I want to cover this morning.
Randomness-
My mom was buying some dewormer at the farm store in town and when the clerk asked to see her ID, the clerk asked if I was her daughter. Mom said yes and it was one of my former grade school classmates. She asked what I was up to and mom told her I was in my second year of vet school. She replied that she was going to do that too. She was starting the vet tech program; mom didn't bother to correct her.
My grandma is going to stay in the hosptial for a while doing rehab. They want to make sure she can get up and down out of bed.
You know all of my mule club rants. Repeat those. I don't particularly want to get into them. But the mules got clipped. I think. I did voice my opinion that even though they needed it that we should wait.
My mom came to my myspace page and took my quiz. That's how I knew. She didn't get a perfect score much like Joe. Seriously. Those are the two people that should know me the best. And it was a good thing I had taken down those nudie pictures! I have offered to make my mom a myspace account.
I bought Joe a blue thermos for work. He knew that I would. No sooner than I took it to his house though than did I realize that it looked like an artifical vagina for a horse. Seriously. The Missouri model.
St. Joe Laments
It seems to me that more and more that I dated Joe, less I became friends with the St. Joe people. This stems from Justin and Josh being such jerks when Joe moved and from Justin kindof being a jerk last weekend. I know that I didn't do my part-I'd go to St.Joe and not bother to tell anyone or make plans to hang out. And Joe was working. Maybe its all coincidence. Justin and Erica broke up which changed a lot of things. I didn't want to lose either friendship but it was just awkward. (That's why I'm glad you commented on the last post, Erica. Stay around. I miss you. And I hear you look fantastic!) And now, well, Joe's down here and Ludo is big and there won't be parties like there used to. And I think it sucks. I miss my St.Joe friends. This was really more though provoking when I thought of it in the shower.
Class Officer
I've been contemplating a run for class officer. Not really an officer postion. Not the fuck you all, I'd be a better president thing either. I am considering running for SCAVMA rep. That way, I'd always know what's going on which is one of my pet peeves (not knowing). But I don't know how much time it would take. As Joe said, it would cut into my TV or studying time and he knows which would go first. And I don't know but I think not, that you don't have any power to change things. You are basically a fly on the wall for executive meetings. Which would suck because I couldn't say anything. And I know no matter how much I said I didn't care, if I lost, I'd be very disappointed. And I'd have to be with THEM every once in a while. Part of me really wants that, I know that it wouldn't work very well. And finally, if I ran for an office in bovine club as I plan on doing, and won (as I hope to do), I would be one of THEM with four lines of things after my name...Any suggestions?
Now I study. Only forty five minutes late. Shit.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
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