Day 31: One for the Monday

Monday, July 22

You know I always thought it was hardest going to school on Mondays, because the weekend just finished, and life is pulling you out of relax mode into structure and work once more, and it is just a cruel and endless circle.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to turn around. And then again. And again." 

But here, I find that I get so little sleep during the week itself, that when the weekend rolls around and I'm actually able to sleep for more than just 4 hours at a time, Monday doesn't feel quite as bad as the rest of the week, because I've gotten rest.  (Maybe it's like that in America too, but I don't think so, because I procrastinate more with my homework in America and I put it all off until Sunday night, and then I'm super tired on Monday AND I have to go to class.)

Monday is on the other end of that leash.

But yeah. There was class. And then there was a bunch of sitting around at the school and getting mad at the internet for not working, and then at 7 my roommate very suddenly wanted to leave, so we did, and lo: there were no taxis at that time. Well. Let me rephrase: There were plenty of taxis, but none of them were willing to drive far enough back to our apartment when it was so close in time to Iftaar. So, not having any way to get home except for an hour and half trip uphill on foot while carrying the equivalent of an elephant's weight in paper on my back, we decided to go to Pizza Hut instead, despite me having gone there on Saturday. Admittedly, I didn't complain.

Then when we got home finally at 8:30 or so, I worked on homework. We had to read this story from "One Thousand and One Nights," in Arabic, and it was about this trader who is traveling with a group of bros who one day decide take all his stuff while he's romping about in the woods and then they abandon him. Then he's sitting under this tree being all upset and he finds this large shiny ruby in the ground, and then after a few days he's all hungry so he travels to the city and goes to the palace to talk to the Sultan, and he gives the Sultan the ruby because the Sultan was all like, "Dude. That's the sweetest ruby I've like ever seen. You should, like, give it to me and I'll pay you a ton." So he does, and the trader gets paid a ton, and he's happy. And the Sultan's all got his ruby now, and suddenly the ruby is not a ruby and it's actually a prince (?). Cuz that happens. And the king handles that news like a boss, and he's all, "Whoa, bro. Who are you?" And he turns out to be the "Ruby Prince," so the Sultan's all impressed with him and then the prince kills a wild beast or something and then he marries the Sultan's daughter. And they're happy. Except they're not, because the prince is all mopey, and the princess tries and tries to ask him why but he won't say cuz he's a man and so they take a trip to the beach and a giant wave swallows the prince and he's dead (presumably). Then the princess cries for a long time and generally becomes very lazy in the palace while she weeps, and then one day she ventures to the beach to share her depression with the local beach-goers, and then this old guy pops up out of nowhere in front of the princess with a bunch of genie chicks, and they all dance for a while cuz that's what they do, and as it turns out the old guy was the Ruby Prince's dad and he says to the princess, "You wanna know why he's unhappy? It's cuz you bother him all the time, dude. Stop it." So she says she will, and then the Ruby Prince is all alive again and the princess is happy and they live happily ever after together never communicating their feelings, because if you don't talk about your problems, then you must not have any!

And that was that story.

Pretty sure not much else happened on Monday.