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My friend Jesse sent me a stuffed husky, and then I put it on my head.

I'm not in the habit of posting videos, (in fact, this is the first time I've done so here) but I just cannot stop watching this.

I was digging through folders on my laptop looking at things that really should be organized and stored on my desktop, and among them was the depressingly small number of photos I took this summer. I felt like sharing one with you. I quite enjoyed it.

Do you ever feel like this?

I won't be entering vet school in the fall of 2008. I haven't decided what I will be doing yet. I feel burnt out. I'm not sure what I need to do next, but I know that vet school would be a waste of time and money right now. I feel like a year of doing something different would refresh me, and I could use it to strengthen my application.

I also feel kind of lost and hopeless. How the hell did I end up where I am in life? Why? I remember thinking when I was in high school, "If I can just make it to Virginia Tech, I'll study hard, go to vet school, everything will be awesome." Where the hell did I get that idea? Virginia Tech? Don't get me wrong, it is pretty amazing here, but where did it come from? Why vet school? I could've gone for computer science and had a useful degree in four years. What do you even do with an animal science degree? Plenty of things, I'm sure. I'll be looking for animal lab or management jobs. Maybe I'll do something with breeding. I could get along with a little field experience. Hell, I could just live in Blacksburg for a year or two. Even if my only animal work was volunteer, it doesn't take much to live comfortably in Blacksburg.

My other major plan, if not vet school, was grad school. It's different from what I'm doing, but probably not different enough. For now, I'm preparing for but not anticipating going that route. Time will tell.

I feel like writing something fun, but I'll post pictures instead. Phone camera is low-res. The first was taken at Kroger a few days ago, the second was the back side of a sign which read "CAUTION: RADIATION IN USE."

So apparently when you launch high-energy radiation at a chunk of flesh, there are side effects. I'm not too worried, but I'm getting it looked at anyhow. You can look too! Also the post directly below this one is new as well, so read both!

I'm excited! You can tell by my excessive use of the exclamation mark!

Classes are really taking it out of me. I'm graduating in the spring, but I occasionally wonder if I'll survive that long. (Pro tip: I'm not in any actual danger of dying.) I'm more than a little bit frustrated with my graduation requirements, and how many of them I have left. I'll spare you the details, but I end up having to take 18 credits in my final semester, whereas the intention is that a student will take 15 credits for 8 semesters and graduate right on schedule. I can't remember a 15 credit semester.

I turned 22 last weekend. It was relatively uneventful. I hung out quietly with friends. I always intend to get rested on weekends, but I never end up doing it. Oh well.

I finished my course of radiation. That means that I'm officially considered to be in remission, or whatever. The area is still a little pink, but that should clear up within a couple days. I'm still really sleepy a lot. I'm gonna have to talk to someone about that if it keeps up through the end of the week. It's way too early in the semester for it to be this hard to go to class, even an 8am.

Speaking of early in the semester, I'm back at Virginia Tech for what will hopefully be my last year. My schedule looks like hell, but at least I'm done by 5:30. I'll post a copy if I ever get around to making one, or else I won't.

The beginning of the semester is really expensive, and the fall more so than the spring. It makes me sad. I think I'll start working again on Monday. I ♥ my campus job.