Research-wise, not so much has changed. Still plugging away, staying ahead of the snowball....mostly writing or trying to write. I'm hoping to have my first manuscript finished by the end of this coming week, so that's looking up. My supervisor isn't too sure if he has the funds to keep me around for a Ph.D., so that's back to being up in the air. I'm still on the lookout for scholarships and such, but it would be more helpful if I actually knew about which ones are open for application. (I could go on a rant about how poor our administrative assistant is, but I think I've hit that base already...so I won't.) He wants to keep me around, that's for sure, but he's not sure if he can.....so the hunt for money/other options/jobs/etc is on. I've come to the realization today that if I have to go out and get a temporary "real job" between the degrees, that won't be such a bad thing, but just another issue to worry about. I've also started seriously looking into other locations. Maybe U of C, maybe Colorado State, maybe Guelph, maybe U of Kentucky.....my only requirement is that they have a Biomedical Engineering program and a Vet College. I'm sure I can mesh the ideas after that.
On the plus side, one of my abstracts was accepted for a podium presentation at a national meeting....so that's really cool. Another was accepted for a poster presentation in Spain....but I don't think I'll be going, because I can't afford it, and our research group doesn't have the money to fund me to go.
Teaching-wise, my class still thinks I'm a hard-ass, but I think they're all cool with it; or at least they realize that I'm hard on them because I'm trying to help them out. They don't like to talk and sometimes class is painful and boring, but I honestly don't care. They have to meet me halfway, and hopefully they'll realize that class will be more fun if they pipe up. Only 6 weeks and a final exam left....I guess.
Home life-wise thing have really changed. I adopted a puppy last weekend. I'm now a part of a two-dog household. Dogs now outnumber humans in this place. I guess you could say I've gone to the dogs. (OK, I'll stop there....)
He's a black pug from the SPCA. I call him Zorro....sometimes Zero....he's pretty "special", but fits right in. Chaos doesn't mind him too much. They play a lot, so that's a good thing. I wasn't planning on bringing in another puppy, but I saw the adoption ad and got "that feeling".....the same feeling that I got when I saw the ad for Chaos, when I wasn't even planning on getting a dog. I went to the SPCA last Friday, asked a few questions and it all checked out, so I filled out an adoption form, arranged for a meet and greet with Chaos....and the rest is history. I guess they were really rooting that I'd take him home. Seems like his "foster parents" were really picky too, so I'm glad I made the cut. He fits in, enjoys cuddles, plays tug and tease with Chaos and is just generally happy to be in a good home I think. My bed is pretty crowded, but I really don't mind.
Personal life-wise nothing has changed. At all. The feelings about the friend who traveled to New Zealand were all in my head apparently and I'm still single. Still alone. Still waiting. Tonight I had a good cry in the bathtub about it all....one of those times where you just sit there and cry, and you wait, wanting someone to come in, wrap you in a towel, pick you up and hug it all out.....but you keep crying because you know it won't happen....because you're all alone. So it's a vicious cycle because you just never get picked up in a towel, you never get to hug it out.....and you keep crying because of it. I think I was sitting in the tub for about 35 mins before I finally decided that I should move the pity party to my bedroom.....with my dogs.
I'm seriously starting to wonder if I'll ever find someone, or if it'll just be me, Chaos, Zorro and my research (which is starting to fall apart) for the rest of my pathetic life. Sometimes there's a hole in your soul that an infinite number of puppies and amazing discoveries just can't fill.
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