Many people like to remind me how much my life resembles a movie, and yet I’m still left feeling uninspired and unable to come up with anything blog-worthy. The fact that this slump coincides with a long-ish stint in the US is no coincidence. Why should you care about my troubles with modern bookstores and my misadventures, academic, romantic, or otherwise? You shouldn’t. The trouble is, I don’t have the time to present them in an entertaining manner. Which is why I am reserving a blog-hiatus of an undisclosed length, until I can get my creative shit together and think of something that isn’t so nauseatingly self-indulgent. Even this explanation is only for my poor mother, who checks this site every morning in hopes of a new update, but every morning there are no new updates, and she is left saddened and disappointed and her day begins with a bad start. I don’t like disappointing people. MARTA, I’LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN YOU SHOULD COME BACK HERE.

In the meantime, if I can figure out my dilemma known as “no more memory left on my computer, leaving me unable to upload my 12,000 travel pictures”, I will probably only post pictures and stupid little captions that I feel like adding on a whim. Like the one above: A little Mongolian girl flying on a bungee trampoline on Children’s Day in Ulaanbaatar, also known as Weirdest Day of My Life.