Month: December 2012

  • an ode to fall

    Everything was cool the way it was:
    just me, my thoughts, and I.
    And then, there was you, so randomly too;
    the way that you walked by.

    - US, I Will Wait For You

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    Dearest world,

    It's kind of funny... but there are times where, for me, no news is good news.

    My blog and I, we've gone through some ups and downs for the last ten years.  We've gone through surges of inspiration and longing days of Writer's Block.  In fact, since I last posted, my ten-year anniversary with my blog passed -- on November 24th.  (Cheers!)

    In fact, little do you know, I've come and gone to this website many, many times in the last month.  My private page is endlessly riddled with incomplete "I'll-Get-To-It-Later" posts and half-finished sentences.

    You missed much.  Far too much, and that was when I realized that I must come back to these pages.  You missed my newly-discovered fangirling over the television series, Supernatural -- I am now that fangirl that has been Googling Supernatural conventions with fervent determination to meet actor Misha Collins.  You missed Finals Week -- the week that extremely unfortunately fell at the same time that I discovered Supernatural, but luckily I still managed to get in all of my studying and finish the semester with all A's.  You missed my grueling days in the laboratory; my mentoring post-doctorate left for a professor position in Spain, and we had the scramble of our lives as we rushed to collect data before his departure.  You missed my loving memories with friends, family... the things that made this last semester wonderful -- my last Fall semester of my undergraduate career.

    I haven't been here much for good reasons, though.

    "You know... you can talk to me about everything," he said soulfully, as his hands grasped the steering wheel.

    We would spend the next few months cashing in that check, solidifying the conclusion that I told him before we parted ways for Winter Break: "You'll always be my best friend in college."

    He playfully wept over my lackluster choice of words, "Oh, your best friend only in college?  I see how it is..."

    I smacked his shoulder with the back of my hand as I corrected myself in laughter, "From college!  I meant from college!"

    We would run through all of the usual conversations: he would be the blessed beast that introduced me to Supernatural; he would troll me in every way possible; and of course, we would, at some point, have that one conversation again -- why we'll always be bros, and never sweethearts.  It's just not written in the stars, and the constellations are all-knowing.

    All the while, his ears would be my journal.  Even though it had been such a long while since I posted on my beloved Xanga, my fingertips did not starve to express my thoughts in written form.  I have a lot to say, but it's all been said.  I have a lot to share, but it's all been shared.  I just realized it was about time that I shared with the rest of my loved ones (and my blog), too.

    So I arrived here, with so much worth saying.  However, looking over this post again, I realize that really, honestly... I mostly talked about Supernatural.  So here's a gratuitous picture of Misha Collins!

    MISHAAAAAAA!!

    Sincerely,

    me

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    P.S. Huong, I still need to write to you! T_T