After successfully surviving the work week, I hung out with some friends on Saturday (and got my ass kicked when we played Mario Kart, then slightly redeemed myself at DDR). Sunday was Mother's Day so I went to the mall, bought a card (which my Grandma said she loved) and my grandma's favourite flowers (miniature carnations) and proceeded to go to her house and spend some time with her. Monday I went to the mall with another friend and bought a book (because I'm a nerd and that's probably what I spend most of my money on).
Today marked the first day of the summer semester for me. After doing the introduction thing, my prof then began telling us about his inflamed sinuses and how he "doesn't normally sound like this all the time, but he went away and had an allergic reaction...." and continued to talk about this for like 5 minutes before continuing to talk about actual course related content (which I'm pretty sure everyone already knew). This course is "Research Methods in Psychology." Needless to say, it's one of those classes that you only take because it is a requirement. After he started talking about the scientific method and independent vs. dependent variables he started going over our research project. Which is worth 40% of our grade. (that's more than the final and almost worth more than the final and midterm combined). I read the 3 page assignment outline (basic summary: we have to come up with a research proposal, get it approved, collect data and then write a research report which is 10-15 pages long) and I'm terrified. I'm sure once it get's explained in more detail it will be slightly less daunting, but at the moment it's pretty overwhelming.
Meanwhile....
My dog is still sick. She seems to be getting worse again. Today I tried taking her for a very short walk, during which she walked way slower than she usually does and when it was finally time to come home it was just getting painful to watch so I picked her up and was going to carry her home. She was not happy about this in the least and began wheezing and making her displeasure known, so I put her down and we slowly sauntered home. When we got to my front yard we have steps to go into the house so I tried to pick her up to avoid her hurting her back. However, she still wanted to be an independent little wiener dog, and tried to run away from me. (which was an unsuccessful attempt, especially considering the fact that she was still on a leash...) She yelped very loudly when I picked her up and I got her inside and she just layed down on her bed and stayed there for the rest of the night. Even when my grandparents dropped by. Which is very unusual for her, she thinks she's a huge Doberman or something and barks at EVERYTHING that moves before it enters the house, and when people come over she's very excited and affectionate. At the moment she's on an anti-inflammatory for her back as well as painkillers. She gets the painkillers twice a day and we could up the dose to three times a day, but then she'd probably just be lethargic and we'd have to decrease it back to two anyways.
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