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i miss my 00 days. sometimes I could make size 1's fit. Victoria's Secret was that any piece of clothing size XS would fit. Not that 5/7 is equivalent to an elephant. (and after hearing mike thought I was anorexic first year...maybe it is better than 00). But someone explain to me how boob jobs are so popular...yet they make no clothing for big boobs and normal waists. I'm nearly forced to enter the new plus size store just for my boobs. damnit.
On another note, I miss Lauren. and I will be missing viking too soon. A whole year in Japan...she makes me jealous for many reasons. How come everyone I get close to leaves so soon?
I'm currently terrified of living with these random people. We will see. I've already threatend Jessica and Anne...letting them know that I am prepared to sleep on their floor if the situation sucks too much.
3 days left of work. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Baby shower on saturday. Off to school a week from today. I'm not quite prepared to take on the rest of my life quite yet. And then with my latest desire to actually pursue vet school...(despite my lacking gpa as well as completed prereqs...) Yet Dr. Pat assures me that I'd be a great doctor and I should still pursue it. Though I have no desire to try bio or orgo or anything of the sort at UVA (and get a D while if I was attending ODU I'd have perfect grades...).
On a sadder note, my sea monkeys all died. And rascal has been quite neglected. I guess all of my animal loving is being consumed by my 40 hours a week at the vet. And by my annoyance with barking boarders like Zoe (a jack russell who is dropped off by her unloving owners for weeks at a time and is forced to live in darkness at the vet because she barks at every moving thing. Luckily Dr. Layne got mad at the world and decided to tranquilize everything with a snout).
My stupid self went off birth control since I'm doing so great lately. Now my body is paying the price for not having a period for several years. And at the end of the summer too...boo.
A week to go...I should probably do something productive
On another note, I miss Lauren. and I will be missing viking too soon. A whole year in Japan...she makes me jealous for many reasons. How come everyone I get close to leaves so soon?
I'm currently terrified of living with these random people. We will see. I've already threatend Jessica and Anne...letting them know that I am prepared to sleep on their floor if the situation sucks too much.
3 days left of work. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Baby shower on saturday. Off to school a week from today. I'm not quite prepared to take on the rest of my life quite yet. And then with my latest desire to actually pursue vet school...(despite my lacking gpa as well as completed prereqs...) Yet Dr. Pat assures me that I'd be a great doctor and I should still pursue it. Though I have no desire to try bio or orgo or anything of the sort at UVA (and get a D while if I was attending ODU I'd have perfect grades...).
On a sadder note, my sea monkeys all died. And rascal has been quite neglected. I guess all of my animal loving is being consumed by my 40 hours a week at the vet. And by my annoyance with barking boarders like Zoe (a jack russell who is dropped off by her unloving owners for weeks at a time and is forced to live in darkness at the vet because she barks at every moving thing. Luckily Dr. Layne got mad at the world and decided to tranquilize everything with a snout).
My stupid self went off birth control since I'm doing so great lately. Now my body is paying the price for not having a period for several years. And at the end of the summer too...boo.
A week to go...I should probably do something productive