Thursday, August 8, 2013

A series of Unfortunate Events

It is time for a new post now. The reason for this is that I have a looming pile of readings I have been ignoring in favor of keeping up the illusion of a summer holiday. So I sit in the library instead and write a blog post that serves the perfect purpose of procrastination. But, I tell myself, at least it is productive procrastination, not like playing mines and watching the Big Bang Theory for the billionth time. You may have gathered from my last post I'm rather a fan. I am not a fan of Lemony Snicket.

But never mind that now, let me tell you a story, a story that has led up to this moment of readings upon readings that need to be done. The story starts somewhere around the time when all the disasters began one after the next. You know those books called series of unfortunate events? They got nothing on me these last 2 months. So two months and a bit ago I had my finals, this was an inevitable disaster and scarcely deserves a mention as it was long forseen. I decided to study for it 2 weeks in advance and have all my papers almost done weeks before the deadline only to get to the deadline and realize that this had lulled me into a false sense of accomplishment and earn me grades worse than if I had just written them the night beforehand.

I decided that adding corresponding book titles was going
to give my story more Lemony Snicket relevance.

At the same time there was a planned trip to Slovakia to visit my grandmother and have The Boy meet up with me there, however since one teacher had extended the final and paper deadline I took the chance to procrastinate finishing them till the last second and then proceeded to miss my flight to Slovakia by missing the appropriate train by 2 minutes. So spent the night at the airport laptop-less and got my dad to help me buy a new ticket to Slovakia. This itself would have been a minor disaster if I didn't still have all my assessments for one subject due and no way to finish them and wasn't already getting sick the previous 2 days. By the time I got to Slovakia and to my grandmother I was exhausted and sick and had a cough that would not leave me for 3 weeks. I slept for days, handed in bad work for my assessment and generally slept a lot. Then finally The Boy's visa came through and he came to Austria where I had generously offered to pick him up. I got confused and 3 hours late I did get to the airport.

Needless to say, he didn't let me forget it. We spent 3 lovely days in Slovakia, having a good time and then flew to the Netherlands. Except we hadn't printed The Boy's boarding pass for the Ryan air flight so we had to basically buy a new one. I'm telling you, Lemony Snicket ain't got nothing on us.

The next few days were spent in the relative peace of me having back pains, 31 degrees and humidity at the same time as PMS and sporadic coughing fits on my part. But other than this this was rather peaceful, until I had the splendid idea to help out with the church's youth-group one day and helped playing capture the flag thinking I was good at this game as a kid and forgetting I had not only grown up but clumsy as well. So in my heroic bid for a prison break I found the only piece of concrete near the grass field we were playing on and stumbled over someone's foot and did what has now been called the "Superman Dive" scraping open both palms of my hands and a bruise on my thigh the size of my face. This injury did have the pleasant side effect of getting The Boy to do all the dishes for me. :)

Thereafter comes a time of peace where my body decided my recovery was more important than messing with my sense of balance. Until I got to Jordan that is. I should have known it was the calm before the storm

There was no book title that had any relevance to personal
character flaws so I just added annoyed looking people.

No, in this time I decided instead to revert to my other chaotic traits to mess up the packing schedule. I started an entire week in advance and was so sure that starting earlier than usual would get things done. I should have learned my lesson from the exam period. It didn't, instead, The Boy (who was staying a day longer), a good friend and my pastor were left with most of my well intention-ed but absolutely chaotic mess of a plan. They are all still mad at me for it.

It really wasn't, It was 3 front steps, one of which I missed.

I didn't get to say a goodbye to my close friend and room mate because of my ensuing chaos, which if you know me at all you will be aware is probably one of the biggest in this list of unfortunate events. Then as mentioned earlier, I got to Jordan, had a good time with my family, was completely overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things I needed to do and people I needed to see that I ended up seeing none of them and spraining my ankle in the attempt to show my aforementioned friend around Jordan. 4 days before the flight to Australia.

The story ends happily here if you would like to hear it that way. If you are not a fan of bad stories that have ugly endings then I suggest you stop reading at this point. I flew to Australia was reunited with my childhood (and grownup-hood) Bestie and had a wonderful time in Australia in which the ankle healed rapidly.

However the real story ends differently. 3 weeks into my stay in Australia I find out that my ankle is actually fractured not sprained and the healing time has basically doubled. Considering Lemony Snicket's record for bad endings, mine isn't so awful.

On a pleasent-er note, winter in Australia is like spring in Europe!

I much prefer happy endings.