I've had... six? cups of coffee today, bear with me.
GodDAMN I've been a busy beaver. Totally didn't make honors last semester, dropped my GPA because I suck at retaining information about horses and other large animals. You know why? BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO PRACTICE LARGE ANIMAL MEDICINE. Horses are kicky and scary unpredictable, as are pretty much all other equids, bovines, porcines, whatever. I'd rather get bitten and scratched and wrestle with dogs than risk bone-shattering kicks (and death! You can't rule out the possibility of death!) from ungulated beasts.
That said, my externship is going kickass. I love the people at the clinic and everything is really, really interesting. I've seen some shit that would traumatize people (already traumatized my mom with the pitbull stories) and it's utterly fascinating -- coming from an animal lover, it's pretty fucked up that I love what I see, but I can't help myself. Plus this field makes me feel smarter than I really am.
In other news, I WANT TO WRITE. I HAVE THE URGE TO WRITE. Fanfiction, or original, or whatever. But when it comes down to it (meaning the netbook's open and raring to go), I end up getting maybe 1/23rd (idk, sounds about right) of what I want to do then it's pffft, no more, sorry! What a pain in the ass.
Now if you will excuse me, I am off to watch a movie. Probably something queer. Speaking of queer, Netflix, hurry up and send me that movie with Thomas Dekker. Boy's hella gorgeous.
That said, my externship is going kickass. I love the people at the clinic and everything is really, really interesting. I've seen some shit that would traumatize people (already traumatized my mom with the pitbull stories) and it's utterly fascinating -- coming from an animal lover, it's pretty fucked up that I love what I see, but I can't help myself. Plus this field makes me feel smarter than I really am.
In other news, I WANT TO WRITE. I HAVE THE URGE TO WRITE. Fanfiction, or original, or whatever. But when it comes down to it (meaning the netbook's open and raring to go), I end up getting maybe 1/23rd (idk, sounds about right) of what I want to do then it's pffft, no more, sorry! What a pain in the ass.
Now if you will excuse me, I am off to watch a movie. Probably something queer. Speaking of queer, Netflix, hurry up and send me that movie with Thomas Dekker. Boy's hella gorgeous.