I walked into a rememory....

I know I said I was going to be taking a break from my little blog, but I'm back! Well, back-ish.

It seems like lately there's been a blogging slump all across the blogosphere, and its seems that there's a writing slump all over my life.

I can't seem to focus on much of anything lately, but rereading a few favorite blogs of mine reminded me why I started this little shindig in the first place. I got too caught up in reading the "popular blogs" and lost all my self-esteem as a writer. Then, today, it was like a big slap in the face that caught my attention.

This is called "Bumblings" for a reason.

I ramble. I get so lost in my thoughts that I constantly forget what I was saying or why I was saying it. I whine and I blab and I talk. It's what I do. I realized I need to stop caring about the number of followers or the lack of importance of my little web heaven. This is my little life out loud, my screaming at the top of my lungs or pouring my heart and soul into something I am damn proud of. Who cares that my life is lived in jeans and a sweatshirt? (Yes, Oregon weather has been so awful that the sweatshirts are still not stored away yet) Who cares that I don't play games or try to keep a series going?

I like being an original thinker. I like having a way to say what I need to say.

So, my plans? What plans? I prefer living life one baby step at a time. Life is not a set of steps laid down in linear order, or a pretty blueprint with directional arrows. Life is unexpected. Life is out of my hands, so let's see what it throws at me, shall we?

(*the title comes from Toni Morrison's Beloved, a very, uhm, interesting read)

Blogging bad day....or month....

Eeek it's been over a month since I've posted??? Whoops.

I would like to say that it was because I've been so busy doing interesting and exciting things that I haven't had time, but sadly this is not the case...

Truth? I've been doing the exact same thing I have been doing for the past year and a half: going to classes and going to work. Not exactly thrilling. I'm pretty sure nobody really cares about how business writing or world history 104 are going. In two weeks, even that will be gone from my life and it will simply be work, Netflix, and getting through my giant stack of delectable, unread books.

Honestly, I've gotten a little bored with blogging. Rereading some of my old posts made me realize that all I talk about here is my tiny, boring life. I don't do fashion posts because I'm pretty sure you have to actually care about fashion to do those, I don't do book reviews because I can't stop myself from giving away too much, I don't play the "fill in the blanks" or "awkward and awesome" blog games because, well, I don't really care to repeat the "Myspace survey" phase, and I don't really talk about anything of real importance. All I do is ramble and rant about absolutely nothing, kind of like I am doing right now....

I don't blog about my love life because I don't have one. Seriously, I am a hermit who, at 5'10" and having a rather common face, doesn't exactly have a line of men breaking down my door. There is one guy, but it is more like we are wandering back and forth in front of each other's doors, wondering if we really even want to go there. It's a sticky situation that I am not really sure I want to get into, seeing as how I'm enjoying staying away from screwy head games and awkward dates....

So, dear whoever happens to actually read this, I am sorry for my absence, but it may become a very long one. Unless I get out of a blogging funk or think of anything remotely interesting to write about, I'll probably only be logging in to be a reader and enjoy other brilliant minded-people's thoughts.

Have a wonderful blog break, as I think I need one....