in the 9th grade, we had to buy a planner from the school store. ostensibly because we were so young and naive as freshmen that we would be incapable of keeping track of assignments when our classes were located in different halls. the planner we had to buy went from august to august. this was logical at the time.
because i attended school through the 17th grade, i've been on the august to august system for the past ten years. unfortunately, my life shifted to a january to january keel a good four years ago. this has been terrifically confusicating. it's like moving through time zones, except it's an entire four months. which is why i resisted the switch for so long. because how the hell does one get off the august to august system?
there are really only two ways:
1) The I Have Money Pouring Out Of My Ears & Can Waste Half A Planner & Buy A New One In January way
2) The I Don't Have Money Pouring Out Of My Ears & Can't Justify Wasting Half A Planner So I Will Endure Four Plannerless Months Until January way
a thrifty masochist, i went with the latter. it has unilaterally sucked.
it should come as no surprise that i like plans. not that i'm a plan nazi, just that i'm not particularly fond of complete planarchy, and when left to my own devices will naturally fall into a rather regimented routine. plans are exciting. plans are comforting. plans are very hard to have without a planner.
my planner used to be like a journal or sorts. you could go back and read it and have a pretty good idea of what my days were like- right down to the weather. in reading about the nabakovs, that was always one of my favourite details. that they shared a planner for the fifty years of their marriage. they're lives so thoroughly overlapped that vladimir made himself right at home in vera's planner.
and all the minutiae of the nabakov's lives were there, in their planner. looking at the slip of paper that contains the scribblings i've made in a valiant attempt to wrench my august to august plans into line with my january to january life, i haven't the slightest idea what i've been doing for the past four months. which is rather amusing.
i like to think that when whoever writes the cupcake&bombsybox begins sifting through the archive of all my junk, he/she will come across the conspicuous four-month gap in my planners and he/she will make the most logical conclusion. the logical conclusion that all biographers make in the face of any sizeable gap in the documentation of a well-documented modern life.
he/she will lean back in his/her chair, hands behind his/her head, and knowingly say, but, of course, that's when the cupcake joined the CIA. he/she won't stop to think, maybe that's when the cupcake wasn't master of her plans because she wanted to save ten lousy bucks.