the irretrievability conundrum; "a new hope"

in a galaxy far far away...

okay nope. (but i'm glad to report that i have finally watched all 6 movies and can make more lame reference jokes, watch out world)

after spending approximately half the day frantically rummaging around my room for long-gone colloquium presentation notes for my upcoming mock, i realized the importance of documenting things like i did while in yellowstone - not that i did a superb job then (i could definitely have done better, if it weren't for me being pretty lost about it in the first half and then getting overly attached to people in the second half. aced it while traveling though.. but that got muddled up a little because i "nap like a boss"), but it's much easier to find things when you know they're all taped up somewhere in one book as opposed to just.. well tbh, i don't even know where to begin looking for some of these other things from university days. anyway, went off tangent for a little (a lot).

what i'm saying is, i realized the above elaborated importance and thought

maybe i should start a daily journal, not just for my time abroad but also to chronicle life back home - because why should this be any different or less important than that, right? so, with a new sense of purpose and all that good vibey shit, i brought out the new journal chelle and i bought from the overpriced but very pretty chain store in the US of A (you know the one, pretentious, overpriced, hobo-fashion ish, but SO seemingly lovely), and looked at it wondering if i should start writing about my withdrawal symptoms and all the little epiphanies i feel like i've had... but ran into a problem because that was for the japan trip - although ironically, this journal is almost twice the thickness of the one i brought to america for a trip 6 times as long as the one we'll be having in japan, so whoops.

basically, i couldn't use it, because it'd be like starting a story at the middle, and then the japan bit would be also in the middle, and although this in no way means my life is disjointed, the pages in the diary would somehow feel like they were - if that makes any sense at all.

in any case, THEN, i realized.

i'm sad to say that this took a while.

i have a blog, also known as the thing i was supposed to be updating at least weekly while i was in america but instead proceeded to COMPLETELY neglect from even before i set foot into the country. so that was ... disappointing to say the least.

TL:DR
i'll be blogging again, at least until something else takes ahold of whatever feeble attempt of focus this is and shakes it by the scruff of its neck telling it to pay attention to something else of equal, less or more importance than this.

alright. now. i need to get me a lei.