Blogger?s Break: the modern day writer?s block

After receiving such beautiful responses from my last post, I briefly entertained the temptation to post soon thereafter.  However, I fought it.  And I won.  As much as this blog is sincerely an integral part of me, I knew that what I really needed this past week was a mini-vacation from my own writing.  I call this the Blogger’s Break.  It’s kind of like having Writer’s Block, only it’s self-imposed, and much less socially acceptable.

See, back in the old days, when writers existed and actually got Writer’s Block, instituting silence was only a matter of claiming your rightful status as a poor destitute artist, and then going off into some desolate corner to bite your nails off.  Or something.

The modern-day writer (read: blogger), however, has no such luxury.

Instead, she has responsibility.  Accountability.  (Concepts that my 20-year-old mind has yet to own up to.)

Let’s pretend that you care to know what I’ve been up to all week!

Well, among many things, I have been appreciating the ghetto-ness of my Toronto neighbourhood:

Taking advantage of post-Easter chocolate sales:

Catching up with old friends and meeting new people (over dinner, naturally):

Spitting on my brother while brushing my teeth (it was an accident! he made me laugh!):

Appreciating Mom’s seaweed noodles and white fungus:

Spending the day with Mom and Jacob (my brother) at the mall, and then having lunch together. (Insert game here called: “Guess who ate what?”)

Taking pictures of random Chinese people in a Chinese bakery:

Overall, I would say that my one-week Blogger’s Break could be summarized as follows:

That is all.  Peace out, homies ~

Aletheia

P.S. Jessie made GREEEEENOLA!!  Here and here.

So lovely.  So, so lovely.