This Summer: Now You See It, Now You Don’t
My summer is turning out to be so different from what I had planned it to be. Both plans A and B did not work, and now I find myself stuck in some plan X which I did not devise or even remotely consider as an option. Life threw it at me while I was literally making other plans. I don’t like it when my plans don’t work out.
I was looking forward to this summer as an enhanced version of last summer; I was supposed to go to New York City and spend at least a month there, where I would be able to explore all the exotic places I did not see last summer. I was also supposed to get my navel pierced again, which was really the most major reason behind my now defunct visit. Speaking of which, does anyone know where navel piercings are made in Amman by professional artists? Please let me know if you do.
Two things ruined my summer: finances and pride. It seems that these two flow together like twins in my life, and it’s funny but they complement each other. I am too proud and too broke, therefore, I am spending my summer here in Amman. Studying. During my vacation. Which I snatched from work. And not going to the pool. Or having my usual summer adventures.
Apologia: my summer isn’t that bad. At least I am not going to work! I’m also reading and relaxing and I am spending my time in Madaba where I am making the most handsome transgendered Byzantine lion mosaic, and I believe I am gaining weight. Oh, and I taught myself how to make cream sauce tortellini, pesto cream sauce pasta, and taco. I like to think of myself as Gordon Ramsay’s feminine counterpart, minus the constant cussing and the blond hair.
Just now it occurred to me that my vacation will end the day I sit for the GRE. Now that would be an unwelcome event, but it’s inevitable. Technically speaking, then, my vacation will have been spent studying. After my vacation I might start a second job. A month or so later, I will go back to regular school. Why am I doing this to myself, you ask? Because I know of nothing else to do, plus I have this obsessive fear of time which compels me to do as much as possible all at the same time so I can beat the clock. Not healthy. This is the last year I will spend doing a ton of things at the same time, I hope, and after this year is done, I will fling it to oblivion. I despise 2008.
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