Hey good lookin’, what’s cookin’?
It’s been a while since I last posted, but seeing as I have about five followers and get about two likes on my posts, I don’t see this as a huge problem. But, to the wonderful people who have read my previous two posts, thank you very much. :))
My topic today is (drum roll please)…
yeah, I get it, not the most enjoyable part of the day.
I’ve learned that there are two kinds of people in this world. You’re either an early bird or a vampire. I must admit that I am more of a vampire. On the weekends, my usual wake up time is about 2 PM, sometimes even later than that. On week days, I go to bed at about 2 AM and get up at about 6:15 AM. Not the most healthy sleep schedule, but it gets me through the week just fine.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been a morning person. I don’t wake up in the morning with a good song stuck in my head, a bounce in my step, and a perfect appearance. I can’t usually muster up that ‘Today is gonna be a great day!’ attitude when it’s about 8 hours before my preferred wake up time. My usual routine consists of
1.) having my step-dad wake me up because I sleep like a log and not even an alarm clock can interrupt my slumber
2.) laying in bed, contemplating life and the purpose of school
3.) running to the bathroom to whiz
4.) picking out clothes that
a. Are comfy
b. Are at least a little cute
d. Don’t cut off the blood circulation to my legs (this means that I almost never wear jeans. I’m more of a leggings girl)
4.) I put on my big, bulky, black glasses
5.) I enjoy the only perk of the morning: eating
6.) I watch the news while wrapped in a blanket
7.) I brush my teeth
8.) I throw on a little bit of poorly done makeup to make myself look somewhat presentable
9.) I take my hair out of the bun that I throw it into after I wash my hair the night before (I don’t brush my hair. It’s short and usually flat. If I brush it or don’t wash it every night, I look like Alfalfa from Little Rascals.)
10. I put in my ear buds, pull the most ‘I’m an angsty teenager who really doesn’t want to be here so leave me alone’ look, and walk into a school filled with people who want to be here about as much as I do.
I’ll awkwardly roam the halls until my friends arrive, casually greeting aquatintes and observing my fellow classmates. I’ll watch as girls gossip about their so called “friends”, guys lie about how they either did drugs or got laid over the weekend, and girls try to show off their non-existent butt/boobs. It’s as stereotypical as it is funny. It’s just a part of being a teenager. You watch out for the snakes/fake people, roll your eyes at the cocky, prepubescent boys who think they’re hot af, raise your eyebrows at the girls who use their bodies to get a guy because they’re either too lazy to use their brain or the boys they’re after don’t have a brain at all, and, if you’re as lame as me, you go to your favorite teachers classroom and hang out with your friends while listening to his bad taste of music and eating his healthy protein bars.
All in all, it’s not too bad of a way to start your day, that is, until first period stars.
That’s when the real hell begins.
(p.s I’m not always as morbid and grumpy as I sound in this post, I’m just very tired of school and ready for summer.)