I did an extraction! DD=
It was y practical exam! *flail*

Good :
I got it done! 
The tooth came out
It was according to plan
I didn't die
The horse didn't die.

Bad:
Apprently I didn't communicate well with the vet. D:
Or the owner.
That was the most disgusting thing I've done in a while... prodding around inthe socket of a recently extracted tooth to take out decaying food... EW! the goob and the grub and the ... eeewww! *shudder*

Just finished writing my report, hopefully I'll manage to pass... x___X
Considering it was my first extraction EVER. So I'm pretty content, considering I got no practice whatsoever...

FINGERS CROSSED! *flail* 

For the first time in weeks I'm all by myself again! 

It's relaxing to be on my own with no one looking over my shoulder or listening to my sick giggling fits over random crap on the internet.

No, no... fear not, it won't last, the boy will probably be back tonight x__X
Anyway... I've plans! For tomorrow anyway... I will go to Doncaster Rd. Grab the tram to Docklands and shop and take touristy pictures until my toes fall off. Oh yes! 
And then maybe the Zoo on thursday, which should also be fun... and tomorrow I'll wander and see the important Melbourne sights.

THEN... I don't know... where I was going with this...

Oh right! Then a bit of a winge... I don't like people telling me what to do, especially not on things that are none of their business or that they know nothing about. For isntance I don't mind Peter telling me how to stand when filing the teeth. I do however mind him telling me I should not go back to Perth but straight home instead to start treating horses there.

I don't want to go home earlier, yes, I understand I'll lose some of my dexterity but nothing I won't be able to regain. I appreciate the concern but tell me to go home straight after once more and I will yell at you with lots of violent handmovements and uncouth language. I will stay out my Visa and THEN go home. And I'll bloody start working when I'm good and ready and no sooner.

In that same regard; asking me if I'm going to go up to Brisbane and such, I tell him probably not since I don't have the money as I don't have a job. Then he suggests maybe going up there to work with another dentist that her trained, would give me some extra experience. COOL! Right? Except for the part where I'd have to pay for the ticket to get there. Pay for board and lodging and ... not get paid for working. Did you NOT hear how I said I couldn't afford to go there? So what the hell makes you think I can afford to go there to work for someone and not get paid for it? If I had that kind of money, I'd be going there to be a proper tourist...!

Yes, yes, gain experience blah blah... I can gain experience on my own. And I'd rather do it later and make money from it, than sooner and put myself deeper in debt.

</whine > Tired of people, this break is sooooo needed. I might kill someone if I have to smile and be polite and non-responsive once more.

So another day spend at the knackery to get filing techniques down. And it was the worst day yet. x__x

They were doing a ton of horses, because it's a monday and they're clearing out or something so they were quite fast with the turn out and stuff. But it's was... just... awful. George can't hoot worht shit and we got to see the killing today, not that we wanted to but when you hear a loud bang and horses freaking out whether you want to or not you turn around to see the second one get shot =/

Anyway.. .aside from that... did alright, filing went pretty good except I bugger my knee getting up, twisted it or something so tat hurt like a bitch and effectively stopped me from crouching down again and continuing my work D=
I was quite upset about that, there were tears because I was feeling like shit already (I think I caught a cold or something.. or swine flu) so I had a massive headache, the whole knakcery experience was just terrible today AND buggered my knee something awful.

After we got home I had a bit of lunch (sushi!) and then went for a good long nap while stoned by painkillers, feeling much better now but am now just annoyed I didn't get to finish the teeth on the horse head...

Anyway! Before I broke myself, Peter took some pictures of us working dilligently on our bloody patients. So for those with a macabre fascination I'll post some. I'll post them from least bloody to most bloody so if you feel it's getting too much, it'll only get worse.

They're not TERRIBLE, in fact the pictures make it look a lot cleaner than it really is in the knackery, and there's no pictures of the carcasses, just the heads... weak stomached people might not wanna look though...

( Under a cut for obvious reasons... )

The pictures don't half convey what it's really like, in fact, the pictures make it look really clean and tidy!

Tomorrow we go up north, I probalby won't be around until friiiday.

Oh yes... that time of the month cannot come and go without some serious self-doubt.

I've been doing all this studying and stuff in light of the impending doom that is my practical training in Melbourne. Catching up, reading back... and I feel... dumb. I read the things bt it's like I'm not actually learning or absorbing any of the information. I know it for a day or so and then it's gone again and then it got me thinking about school and studying and...

How much do I actually learn? I've always had this awesome regime of studying that got me good results in school. I'd study a day in advance, read the synopsis, the bullet points, breeze over the stuff and ... I'd know enough to get me through a test. Hell, that's how I got through my exams, but thinking back... did I actually LEARN anything? Did anything stick around? 

I have a vauge idea on just about everything, but the same way I had a vague idea about the book I read for fun. I know what happened but the specifics and the details are all lost on me, and well... with stories you can visualize, with studies... a lot less.

So I'm sort of in a mild panic mode about it now because do I actually know enough to not make a complete and utter fool out of myself? I've a bad reputation when it comes to learning and discipline in learning and I know I've not gone all out on this thing... well.. with some things, but most things, not so much... and it bothers me to no end now that I'm all self-oubting and second-guessing myself.

It doesnt help that the last few attempts at actually learning and studying resulted in... me dropping out of high school and then me dropping out of college... So here i am sitting around sulking teling myself I should study an learn more but do I actually do it? No... instead I mope arond. I partly blame it on hormones and painkillers making me all bleh and woozy in the brain but that doesn't really stand up as an excuse, now does it? 

grhoiehoighreioh! I HATE THIS! D8 I don't wanna be so bloody insecure and anxious all the time, it's not good for my health and it makes me sulk and brood and be useless... *sigh* 
So... good intention: I'll go to bed now so I won't freak myself out more, get up timely and go work through that medical article you've been putting off. Then go study more anatomy an the periodontal disease thing again since that just fell straight back out of your brain again after you read it last... and ... take notes and stuff.. and... try to quiz myself. And then if I have any energy left write up a quick business plan, doesn't have to be good, just has to exist... and then work on the last bunch of lectures... *chants to self* You can do this...! ... Right? 

Someone tell me I won't make a complete ass out of myself for being dumb and undereducated in comparison to the other students? All... two of them... I actually think this would've been a million times less stressful if I knew there were 25 other stdents to hide behind and leech off of... I don't like this whole responsiblity thing, it's yukkie, make it stop D=

( It begins... o_______o;; )

A friendly excerpt from my recently acquired book.

"re-tic-u-lo-en-do-the-li-o-sis, n, pl. -o-ses: any of several disorders characterized by the proliferation of reticuloendothelial cells or their derivatives --- called also reticulosis"

Dear Prince Character,

I appreciate that you're starting t odevelop properly now and living your own life and all that. It's great, really, I enjoy it... but a few things.

a. PLEASE WAIT YOUR TURN! I know you're head over heels for the FMC, and it's great because you're supposed to be, but you're also supposed to wait before asking her to marry you. You're rushing my story along faster than it should've been going! Cut it out! 

b. I know you worry about your friend. But when did you become so inquisitive? You're a spoiled crown-prince, you shouldn't care this much about your servant, evne if he's bonded to you through magic. I beg of you, cease your investigations into the strange events, please! He needs ot figure this out on his own, or the sotry will be entirely too easy! 

c. That protective streak? It's good, keep it up, just... try not to make the FMC terrified of your moods, alright? The other guy is supposed to be the one to end up scaring her and then she's supposed to come to the palace for comfort. Okay? She's hardly going to look you lot up if you keep freaking her out! Her not being scared of you might also make her more inclined to MARRY YOU! Since now he basic reactio nto the news was "Do not want!" 

d. You're supposed ot be in your twneties. Whipe that smirk of your face and stop grinning like a 16 year old who just lost his virgnity, 'kay? 

Lots of love,
Your author.


On the uphand, word count is skyrocketing despite novelhate.

Okay... ranty-mope thing. Go.
( Rant of fail with ponies/friends )

And because one drama wasn't enough to ruin my day we add another one on top of it...

( Puppy rant )

I hate it when things don't go the way I planned them, so now I'm even more upset than I was when I went to sleep...
I'm sore, I feel like crying the whole time and really everything basically sucks right now...
 

I haven't evne properly BEGAN to leave. I mean.. I know it's approaching, my whole trip to australia and thus moving out and all that, but it's still months away.

Yet all my personal stuff that I can't bring has pretty much already been divided and even my room has already been given up.

Gee thanks mom, brother, I love you guys too.. x_X

Please wait with moving stuff until I'm actually gone... kthnxbye. 

*runs around in circles screaming*

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!

DDDDD8 

 

So thursday the 27th I've got potential buyers coming by to look at the pony. And they be bringing their trainer/instructor along. 
Erm... just a bi twitchy about that. But I'll live. 

Today might be selling my laptop... if the guy ends up showing himself. Sould be here in about half an hour... but meh... >.> 
We'll see...  might make 500 bucks today