Forgiveness and Fragrance and Violets, I Guess

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."

— Mark Twain

Dear Blog,

I still love you. It’s not that I don’t; please don’t think that. It’s just… I don’t have anything to write. I wish my life weren’t so boring, or that I wasn’t so depleted of ideas, but I just don’t have anything to tell you about. I could write about Japan or maybe complain about stress, but the former is, well, cliché by now and the latter abusive to our relationship. We’ve never been about the bad things, right? Not really. I can’t bring myself to slander your beautiful page. Besides, complaining sucks and, as we all know, gets your everywhere. So, this is my formal apology. I would love to blog everyday and write cool, witty posts that will stun the world, but to do so said cool, witty things have to exist. Or at least something I can take out of context to do so. I guess I could tell you I’m going home next week, and-KABLAAAM!-aren’t I excited? (I am). But I’m trying very hard not to think about home, because I’ve got a genetic test, genetics homework and a genetics lab paper to write before I can even THINK about my return to the mothership. Not to mention all the other stuff (I’m complaining now, aren’t I?) I have to do. So, that’s out. Yeah… well, again, please forgive me LDIAT, my online sanctuary. I haven’t mean to hurt your feelings.

Here’s hoping we’re together soon!

All my love,

                                              Courtneh Riceandbeans