To define is to limit.

so i'm back in virginia again and ready (maybe?) to stop being so lazy about blogging. i'm hoping that if i can get back into a semi-regular blogging schedule i can maybe force myself to get back into exercising and studying for my qual exams. maybe if i'm lucky i'll even force myself to learn the programming that i told all of my professors i was going to learn over the summer. but if "letting them down" is no motivation, then i'm really not too hopeful about this last goal. anyway, back to blogging. i have been writing for the past few weeks. most of it finds its way into drafted posts to be completed later, but it's still there. what i have been doing even more of, though, is reading poetry and pieces of prose to my sister, husband, and mom for hours at a time: really good writing, really bad writing, and bad writing that so obviously thinks it is good writing that it made me laugh. (no i am not mean.) what i haven't been doing a lot of was actual things - things worth writing about. leaving the house mostly consisted of visiting family, and those visits were mainly catching up on everything i had missed in the past year. there wasn't much time for outings and writable fun since my stay was so short.

there were a few noteworthy moments that i had planned to include in a sort of highlight reel of the summer. at the moment, though, i can't seem to remember what they were. i'm blaming this on jetlag and reserving the right to write a summer highlight post sometime in the next week or so. 

i'm finding it really hard to do the whole putting words into sentences thing right now. oh, and post titles will start again with the next post. thinking of lyrics is just not something i feel like doing at the moment.