Falling Behind
mi vida estupida| 4 Comments »June is a few minutes away from being over and perhaps that is a good thing for me because I have felt like Sisyphus all month. I try to push that boulder up the hill but it slips from me and rolls back down. The apartment that I thought I would be settling into by now is still not finished. It’s in the home stretch, with an actual toilet, tub, and sink but the floors have not been started yet. My back is aching and my arms are sore from spending the last few hours prying off four layers of old tiles and linoleum from the entryway. (I could swear that I saw a couple of tiny insects fly out from under the baseboards.) And I am not even halfway done with this task. Even when the floors get done (eventually) there will still be countless little things to fix up. I wonder if I’ll be moved in before my trip to Bali.
And speaking of Bali, I have yet to book any accommodations. I did buy two guidebooks a few weeks ago but still haven’t found the time to thoroughly look through them and do online research. At this rate I’ll be forced to get very friendly with some Australian surfers when I arrive.
My summer vacation should be in full swing but so far I haven’t felt it, though I did dye my hair purple to commemorate not having to enter the school for two months. Actually, it was my mom who dyed it for me. First she tried to talk me out of it by telling me I was getting too old for crazy colors. When that brilliant strategy failed, she decided to do a 180 and color my hair herself. It was quite the luxury not having to use two mirrors and still missing spots. Madre did a great job though she also used more dye than I normally do and the color has not stopped bleeding since Saturday. Just running my fingers through my hair gives me a purple hand. Purple drops of sweat roll down my neck and forehead in the sun. Only black shirts for me unless I want a tie-dye effect around the collar. Everything I touch becomes dyed; I’ve been rubbing my head on people’s arms to annoy them.
Somebody tell me that July will be less rdiculous.










