The Month That Equals A Year

Warning: Meaningless-except-for-Tololy post ahead. Leave if this does not interest you.

Many exciting things will happen in a month’s time, or a little over a month’s time. These things I cannot reveal now because I am known to jinx plans when I talk about them (remember the book I once said I was writing, ugh, that’s still unborn). But I am very excited nonetheless and I think that this time, things will work out.

This month will be the longest in my entire life simply because I desperately want someone else to live it for me. Any volunteers? I want someone to think of, type, and print the handouts I have to give during my two presentations this week. I want this someone to give those presentations for me, not because I have stage phobia (Which I don’t have –I can talk to any given number of people at any public or private function about anything and improvise if I am not prepared, I think it’s the Karaki gene), but because I do not want to do the work and prepare for them.

Very dependant, yeah, I’ve become. I also want someone to go to work twice a week like I do and give that other presentation I have to give on Tuesday (probably) on how things are going and how the plans are working, yada yada. If that someone succeeds in those tasks, I want them to sit for my three finals due later this month, and to write the three papers that I must submit this month as well. I already wrote two papers earlier on, what do they need the other three for? What intellectual bondage! Remove the shackles! Hail the uber-academic paper-generating braniac! Bleh.

How did everything end up being crammed in May, when June is set to be the most intensely bright month of this year? And to think that I had a plan to volunteer at some animal shelter…Psshh…It makes me laugh.

Other things that make me laugh now include wanting a hamster I can obviously take very little care of at this point in time, reading my camera’s manual, finishing this side-reading fat book on evolution and human societies, taking excellent pictures, finishing at least one chapter of the mystery book I’m writing, talking someone into reading it and giving me some not-so-harsh feedback, figuring where my sense of “life direction” has evaporated to since I was around 5, drilling my bedroom wall to hang a calendar and a white board and other items, not losing my job, not failing my courses, not messing up my GPA, writing a wholesome article for Alt School Arabia, meeting Shaden and Kinzi, taking a mosaic course, having a life, cutting & colouring my hair, fattening Tsuki-san…among other things.

Now you might be wondering: Why do I do this energy-draining mental scheduling of simultaneous tasks? Because I can, I guess. Because otherwise, I’d have a dull life (and mine is drama-infested to a disturbing degree). Because the heat gets to my head and I toss and turn at night so I have a lot of time to schedule impossible tasks and jam them in one month in a sort of a silly display of self-defiance. On top of all that, them mean mosquitoes write me love letters every night, all over my body. So like in Fallen, time is on my side.