Fingers crossed

Early Entry application is in... now I wait. Not that doing large animal block would be the end of the world - I'd just rather not. But am I really ready to start clinics in January? I have to remember that it's still supposed to be learning time. I'm not supposed to know everything just because I'm wearing a white coat, right?

I stole the new title of the blog from a great book about vet school (scroll down). But I do sit in the back row, so it fits. Yeah. Maybe I'll change it again, but for now it's the best I've got. Not that anyone's reading this anyway. At the moment this is just my journal, but I'm writing with the idea that someone could be reading, or that someday in the future this blog will become immensely popular and people will go back and read my early posts.

Beagle boy found a home!

For the past two weeks, there has been a beagle in my living room. He was cute and rambunctious and I called him Charlie. We did everything we could to find his owner, but it seemed like she just didn't want to be found. So this weekend my roommate (I haven't decided whether to use names on this blog yet) took him to visit her parents (and their three beagles, one big chocolate lab, and three cats), and they've decided to keep him. I'll miss him - he's totally adorable and lots of fun - but the cats will be happy that he's gone. And frankly, I'm just not ready for a dog.

It seems a little pathetic, really. I'm 26 years old, a freakin' vet student, and I can't take care of a dog. But I'm just not there yet. Walks 4 times a day, the constant need to play... I guess I'm too selfish right now. I don't understand how people my age have kids already - I'm still way too immature for that. A cat I can handle, but that's about it. Will I ever grow up? Do I want to?

Everyone else is doing it

I've been thinking about starting one of these blog things for a while, but every time I got close to signing up, something stopped me. Do I really want people reading this? What if no one reads it? How much can I reveal? Should I use it as a journal (since I'm terrible at keeping an actual written journal), and just not tell anyone about it? What if no one cares?

This kind of thought process keeps me from getting anything done, ever. Stupid brain.

Anyway, with 29 med/surg lectures to study for Monday morning's exam, this seemed like the perfect time to get started. I've spent countless hours reading the blogs of strangers, and I'm ready to become yet another voice in the internet wilderness.

So who am I? A native New Yorker living in West Philly. A third year veterinary student, a little freaked out by the prospect of actually being a doctor in less than two years. Okay, a lot freaked out. Owner of Crazy Cat, the cutest little weirdo ever. Irredeemable procrastinator.