I feel like the majority of my posts (few as they are) start with an apology for my sporadic posting "schedule." Since enthralling the world with my sister's bullying tactics against my bullies or the marriage proposal that ever-so-sweetly blew my mind hole, I have been swept up in a whirlwind of activities.
In February, I went to Atlanta, GA, for a week-long forensic science conference and experienced thousands of personal highs and two tragic lows; I lost a pearl earring Keith's parents had given me and nobody actually called the city Hotlanta.
I found out my cat had worms via her disgusting choice to use the bathroom rug rather than her litter box and had to exploit her love of tuna fish to administer her medicine. It is a sad existence when you fear walking into a room because you know you're going to find the wayward excrement of an animal and have to check it for parasites. After about a week and a half of Zsa Zsa actually using her litter box for #2, my world was crushed again this very day when I came home to find that the worms have caught their second wind on my fluffy bathroom rug; I guess the (mis)adventure begins again.
Just last weekend I spent a glorious Saturday with Keith and his parents viewing the King Tut exhibit at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts, marveling at the intricately (and quite impressively) sculpted jewelry and statues as well as getting some serious tingles watching a video of scientists and anthropologists collecting and running a DNA profile on the mummy of Tutankhamun. Not so tingly: King Tut's mother and father were siblings, making them Uncle Dad and Aunt Mom.
Since Christmas, I have also started my second semester of grad school and have been struggling to stay focused on both my numerous reading assignments and NBC's Thursday night line-up. As soon as I check one thing off of my to-do list, two more chores take its place, like a modern day Hydra flinging different commands at me: "Write your Trace Evidence paper!" "Don't forget to read for Toxicology or call that guy to mow the lawn!" "Have you checked your cat's stool today?!" (how often do you get to drop a Greek mythology reference?!) The amount of schoolwork this semester has me barely keeping my head above water, and my long bouts of sitting by myself studying/reading/watching Hulu are starting to noticeably stunt my social skills. If you've noticed, I think I have talked about feces in almost every post to-date; clearly, my sense of humor is just getting juvenile.
However, school and life continue to fascinate and bless me, even if it means I am far too sleep-deprived and way over-caffeinated, surrounded by textbooks and sifting through cat turds (if you can't tell, I'm really unhappy about this cat poop thing). If you've had the patience to stick around, I humbly thank you and hope to repost a little more frequently.
Speaking of, I am currently cooking up my next post, the second installment to what promises to be a long-running series. That Time I Should Have Died: Part II is soon on its way! See you then!
