March 2, 2012

• paperweight

  Sat on your sofa;
  it's all broken springes.
  This isn't the place for those violin strings.

  - Ellie Goulding, The Writer

  -+-

  It's really interesting how that works, isn't it?

  I've spent a lot of days sitting here in front of an empty New Weblog page, and simply can't think of anything to say.  I can't think of what to write about, so now I'm writing about how I can't think of what to write about.

  There are stories, but they've reached the ears of friends and confidants instead of these pages.  That's honestly part of why I wrote so little when I was with Phuc.  These pages are where I turn to when I just want to speak, and speak to anyone; when I just want to make sure that my life and my thoughts are being chronicled somewhere, anywhere; when I turn to rambling as a form of advice.  So currently, the stories that I would normally spill onto here are scattered among hearts in the world.  It keeps me away from my love of writing, but still, I kind of like that.

  Meanwhile, I am now engaging on the tedious endeavor of bringing my research to culmination.  I thought I was peaking at the National Undergraduate Research Conference, but since then, I've taken on four additional conferences at which I will be presenting.  It's not as overwhelming as it honestly should be, which only means that the gravity of the next two months hasn't hit me yet. 

  When it does, I'll be sure to let you know.

  Other recent events: started tutoring, got a new housemate!  I'll try to make everything sound more fun and eventful later, but I just wanted to stop by before going back to study/work!

  Truck on, CV of mine.  Truck on!

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