It’s not even 48 hours into September and
I’m already blasting Greenday’s Wake Me
Up When September Ends, resisting the urge to lie on my bedroom floor and
descend into yet another existential crisis.
I’ve always hated September, but that stems
from a prepubescent impatience for a) my birthday in October, b) the end of the
school year in December, and c) Christmas – all of which seem horrifically
close but oh so far away when September finally rolls around. Plus, here in
South Africa, September is technically the beginning of spring, but just as
you’re about to pull on your cute flowery dresses and sun hats, a cold front
hits you like that freak snowstorm in Frozen.
Don’t even get me started on the pollen
that can work its way into your very soul and turn your insides to dust.
But this September is different. This
September marks the Beginning of the End.
I’ve come up with six reasons why I might
not make it through this month, just in case I suddenly drop out of cyberspace
and then mysteriously reemerge as an extra in the new season of The Walking Dead. Then at least you’ll
have a list of people to sue (or thank) if I don’t make it.
1. I start my last two-and-a-half months of
high school in just under a week. I imagine that this journey will be like that
period just before the apocalypse when the sun blacks out and everybody’s
panicking and waiting to die (finals),
which is why I’ve now started referring to it as “Darkness Rising”. And stage
one of Darkness Rising (September) is the in-between phase when, even though
buildings are crumbling and people are dying, you’re still expected to go to school and turn in a
gazillion projects (but keep in mind you should be studying for finals, too.
When? Nobody knows. Find a way to create time).
2. Because I was convinced that some
extra-terrestrial force would somehow prevent my school’s reopening next week,
I’ve barely started any of the assignments I’m supposed to complete. Even now,
when I know I should be working, I’m debating what book I should read once I’ve
posted this blog.
3. That’s another issue. I have so much I
want to read. I don’t have time for silly
mundane things like schoolwork. I have a pile of fifteen books next to my
bed that I planned to read before the end of the holidays, and then a whole
library of unread ebooks on my Kindle, a couple of ARCs that I still haven’t gotten around to reading, and a bunch of titles I requested on
Netgalley.
4. To make it worse, yesterday pretty much
every single other book on my TBR
shelf was released, and I’ve had to physically restrain myself from running out
to the nearest bookstore to spend the rest of my dwindling book-funds on them. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon, Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
(although I still need to catch up on the rest of the series, preferably before
I see any more spoilers online), A
Curious Tale of the Inbetween by Lauren DeStephano, Earthrise by Aprilynne Pike… To those authors, do you want me to die?
5. Four words: final music practical exam.
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Me, realising I still have no idea what I'm doing after 12 years of piano lessons. |
6. Illuminae
by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman comes out in October, and if anything it’s the
only thing keeping me tied down to this earth at the moment. But it’s also
slowly killing me because I’m so desperate to get my hands on a copy. I refuse
to request it on Netgalley because then I know
I won’t get any work done. So I’ll just wait here, dodging spoilers from
bloggers who’ve read the ARC like it’s my job.
But in all seriousness, from next week
onwards I’ll be even less active than usual, so bear with me. I’ll try schedule
a couple of posts so that I don’t completely drop off the grid like last time. In
the meantime, happy reading to the readers, happy blogging to the bloggers, and
to those who don’t do either, happy doing what you do.
Loved it - pug on the piano just broke me...
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