it seems that each morning gets shorter and shorter. i set my horrid sounding alarm for 6:17 am, i am disturbingly awoken to an odd version of loud and obnoxious beeps, only to decide i really do not need to wake up that early, change the alarm time to 6:47. at the point that this time rolls around and i wake up again, it seems logical to stay in bed until 7 a.m. even though i could use those extra 13 minutes. so i trick myself into thinking that i am thinking about what to wear that day, when in reality, im sleeping. so its not productive and i disrupt my slumber twice.
that being said, i am rushing around in the morning. i do not have time to try to find a cup that fits in my cupholder to carry my energizing tazo tea in. thats where the to-go cups come in. they are always right where i want them to be, they are easy, versatile, and nice companions. so there i go with my normal cup of tea and it just accompanies me so right. and the best part, is when i am finished, it goes right smack dab down the trash can. goodybe little cup, i shall never see you again, and i like it that way.
continuing on with the whole mornings topic, do you ever wake up with really fabulous bed head (no sarcasm) and want to keep it that way? well it seems that i do most days. so i wake up and im like ok this hair looks good i can pull it off. and after the 15 some minutes i spend in my closet, usually the latter part of 10 minutes spent sitting down because i somehow lose my breath just standing there, i finally choose an outfit. i think. in most circumstances, just pulling the top over my head will ruin the hair, but sometimes, it doesnt. and those are the days where i absolutely hate my outfit. i cant even put a smile on because im a frumpy mcfrumperson. so then i keep changing my clothes and then i manage to mess up my perfect bedhead. and then im just screwed. that happened today. i woke up with a really nice looking loose bun. and i wanted it to stay that way. so i chose my outfit, a black blousey top from J.Crew and a yellow skirt from J.Crew to accompany it. Of course this blouse is not button up, and as soon as i pull it on, my bun is ruined. what i find is that the more and more i try to fix it, the more and more i ruin it. which is exactly what happened. so after trying and trying i finally gave up and put it into a monotonous braid. boring.
my mother makes me breakfast every morning, and today im already upset about my hair and i sit down at the counter and infront of me, my loving mother places a bowl of oatmeal. i hate oatmeal. the texture and the look and the taste and the way i feel like i belong in a nursing home wearing pastels are just terrible. i wolfed it down, cringing through each bite. finally my mom asked me what was wrong, and i confessed my dislike for oatmeal and everything its about. to my surprise she was not offended. another yahoo shall be awarded for that. i sped out of the house, only to arrive at school and head right into physics. another long day ahead of boredom and absolute horrible-ness.
the middle of the day was spent listening to my friends read craigslist personal ads. these things are vulgar, provocative, and just down right weird. and some include pictures. infact, one inluded a picture that made me scream and run into a corner. thats all i have to say about that.
i finally got through the day and now am on thanksgiving break and could not be happier for the time off. its really needed.
i decided to paint tonight, which turned out, interesting. the opinion i received from candyland is that it is "abstract and really cool" although i must disagree and say it is not pleasing to the eyes. you see for yourself, but all i can say is it got out the last amount of stress i needed to get rid of.
once again i think its weird but there is my...work of art.i do find that interesting though, that something like painting can get rid of stress. i dont really care what it looks like, as long as it was my refuge.
have a fabulous thanksgiving and eat your hearts out!
enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. lalalala
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