photo by Chris Owens
It’s my camera’s fault I don’t post anymore. Ever since it was snatched** from my car I’ve had a blogging limp. Posts with words and no pictures? Lame. Except for the ones that are really funny or well written, those can take it without visual aids.
You could say it’s John’s fault, because I rely on him to take all the pictures now and he’s been busy with “work” and “spending time” with me. Which is true. That’s completely true. Still, he hasn’t taken, Photoshopped, and posted many pictures, so you could easily argue that it’s his fault.
It’s also grad school’s fault. Lining up all my retarded, drunk, apathetic ducks in a row is harder than herding cats (which I’ve tried and is pretty fun). This process takes SO MUCH TIME. Now I’m studying for the GREs, which I would hate if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve done really well on the reading comprehension part, and the parts I haven’t done so well on (vocabulary) entails that I make myself some flashcards to improve. And I really like flash cards. Everything about them: the making, the using, all of it. You see now, it’s grad school’s fault, really.
Also, friends. It’s my friends’ fault. I have no social life anymore. All my free time goes to the application process, and showering occasionally. There are people now flooding me with snarky messages, texts, knocks at the door. They want to know why I’m too good to hang out all of a sudden. I tell them it’s because I only occasionally shower. They give me a look. I ask them if they’d like to study together. They leave. I hang my head like this. Eventually, I give in, I sacrifice a little studying/writing time to hang out and that takes from the time I could be writing here.
What it all comes down to is that there are many people and things that have caused my absence lately, and I just wanted you to know who to blame. It’s certainly not me. No way. I’m eagerly awaiting the day when the stars will align, heavenly bodies will descend on clouds to tell me it’s time. The world has righted itself and is ready for my blogging again. Oh boy. It will be great.
* I don’t have a dog.
** I have no idea how I lost my camera, actually. It could have been taken from my car, or I could have lost it, or it could still be in a really random place in our apartment, but I hate to think of myself and cripplingly stupid, so let’s just say it was taken from my car.
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December 14, 2009 at 4:26 pm
[...] For lack of any religious or karmic beliefs I simply called it poetic justice. Nothing is truly free. John and I looked for my camera. We peeked under every book, behind every piece of furniture. I found out how much I could actually fold and flip the seats in my car. Nothing. For weeks. Then months. And we’d looked everywhere. So, I went on without a camera. I gave up. I started looking at new cameras, counting the months until I could afford any of them, which would be long after my bank account recovered from grad school applications and our trip to Peru. Still. I wanted one. Bad. I complained about its absence. [...]