No, wait, I got no t-shirt. What I did get was a nasty case of Blogstipation. For those unfamiliar with this disease, it's... well, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. I'm completely stopped up with respect to blog topics. Like, there is just nothing. Nada.
Which of course is completely untrue. There's always something. I am not the kind of woman who is ever at a lack for words. I have plenty of ideas - things that have occurred to me, that I've written down, conversations I've had, etc. I just can't seem to get myself to put them down onto the screen. And why is that?
Because of Aussie Boy.
That's right, he's sucking up all my time and attention these days - I'm going to start calling him Hoover. I just can't seem to tear myself away long enough to write interesting and coherent blogs. And to be honest, that's kind of sad.
I miss you all, my bloggy friends. I'm still around, of course, but I haven't been as good about commenting as I usually am, and I feel like when I do comment, I'm making no sense. I barely have time to read all of your blogs, hence the complete lack of time to actually update my own. So sad, right?
Of course, there are a few different solutions here. I could stop seeing Aussie Boy, for one. Of course, I don't like that plan at all. Spending time with Aussie Boy is fun, and our time is limited as it is - he'll be leaving the country in September. So why cut it even shorter?
I could stop doing my school work. My time used to be roughly split between blogging and schoolwork. Now it's mostly Aussie Boy and schoolwork. I could shift the balance to Aussie Boy and blogging. However, if I still want to graduate in a little over a month (ACK!), this is probably not a great plan.
I could shut down my blog. No point half-assing, it right? If I can't blog well, maybe I just shouldn't blog. But who are we kidding, really. I would just about die before shutting down my blog for a boy. Any boy who wants to be a part of my life - even for only five months - better be willing to accept my blogging persona as a part of that life.
That said, I think we're left with this: Aussie Boy needs to start helping me make time for blogging. Maybe this means that occasionally, when I go over to his place to hang out, we "hang out" with computers, and he can surf the net while I blog.
But one way or another, something's gotta give. 'Cause posts that say, "Hi, I have nothing to say!" are really not my style.
Any of you have suggestions?
And for your daily dose of flora, I give you: