My Future Will Be the Death of Me

    Ever since I was a wee tot, I knew I wanted to be a veterinarian or some kind of doctor. I gave up on the veterinarian idea because:
a) Despite being a sophomore in college I STILL can't spell it right and
b) A hurt dog would make me much more emotional than a hurt person.

    As for the some kind of doctor, one day my mom suggested Physical Therapy. I researched it. I liked it. I planned to pursue it. (Probably the most uninteresting way anyone's ever decided on a career ever.)

    I think the biggest reason why I wanted to major in something involved with health sciences was so that I'd be equipped with the knowledge to help myself, my family, and my friends. But it seems with every class I take, I'm becoming more and more of a hypochondriac.

    At the moment, I'm taking an Abnormal Psychology and a Nutrition class. With every new mental disorder I learn about in the Abnormal Psychology class, I read over the symptoms and freak out if I have more than two. Even if they're extremely general like indecisiveness or a short temper. And then my Nutrition class covers the physical part of the health spectrum. I'm pretty sure if I don't become a vegan and closely monitor my intake of every nutrient daily I'll die. But then the stress from that could be just as deadly according to the health class I took last year...

    I guess to an extent everyone's a little bit of a hypochondriac (or at least I'll tell myself that). With all of the psychological and physiological problems known to man, there's got to be a pretty significant chance of everyone in the world having at least a couple health problems.

Which really sucks.

Also! I started a week-long vegetarian diet yesterday for a Nutrition project. This seems like a logical place to keep track of how it's going. So far I've gotta say: any diet that allows me to eat (meat-free) pizza is awesome in my book.

This is a comic about when I told one of my friends about my project choice: