Soooo you may have noticed that I’ve basically been MIA from the blogosphere for almost a month… SOWEE.
I’d like to tell you that I have a legitimate reason, perhaps even a fantastical story, to explain my absence, but ALAS, I am naught but a humble pirate. Meaning I have no explanation. I wasn’t fighting an outbreak of a drug-resistant TB strain in an impoverished region of Peru. Nor was I studying the mating rituals of a rare species of endangered rabbit in its natural habitat of Southern Australia. I haven’t spent the last three weeks in the pitch black solitude of an Alaskan ice cave, busily working by candlelight on my literary piece de resistance. I can’t even tell you that I was circling the seven seas in a deep sea kayak, drinking rainwater and staving off insanity by singing Jimmy Buffet songs to a particularly adorable piece of seaweed. No… I wasn’t doing any of those things.
I’m back at school now, and the truth is that I’ve been playing with water guns and bubble wands, taking advantage of the pleasantly spring-like sunshine here in the ‘Burg by curling up in blankets with my roommates on the patio outside our dorm. I’ve spent my time reading about AIDS and other emerging diseases, talking in a ridiculous falsetto, riding on the coattails of my friend Welshie who’s training for a marathon, and trying—unsuccessfully—to throw clay on the wheel.
And now, right now, I’m finishing up the remnants of my Chinese food dinner (beef and broccoli, beetchezz), fiddling with my awkward bangs, and affording maybe 37% of my attention Anastasia, the movie my roomies are watching.
But I can promise more posts coming soon. With actual pictures. Fashion? SHOCKER. Clothes? WTCRAP. Ya ya ya shutttuppp.