Good Morning
This is what I'm reduced to.
Kneeling on my injured knees at 7:44AM, snapping a photo of myself on my lappie cos I'm too brain-dead to actually function, blogging and tweeting because they help me to "start up". I actually compare my mind to an old car engine now, like the car we used to have. It would take a freaking day and a half just to wait for the engine to warm up enough to go. I don't know much about what that meant, just that it was something dad used to say. Of course, with yoyo-chan now (that's that new hybrid car) we don't have to wait so long, just a couple of minutes and she's good to go. Sugoi yo, yoyo-chan.
And still waiting for that text. Whatever happened to that wake-up call, hmm hmm hmmmm? I was supposed to get up at 5, you know. But nope, no call to wake me up, no Kimeru singing about how YOU GOT GAME in my ear. Just a cute attachment of you singing Rolling In The Deep. Song's old, Adele's slightly overrated, but that works just fine for me. If it were me I'd prolly sing some weird-ass Japanese song that no one would recognise. All the same, I guess waking up at 7 really isn't that bad, especially since I just wanted to get up to mug (still can't get over how funny it was to have you freak out over why on earth I wanted to get up at 5 in the morning to study, hee).
So here I am, sitting on the floor in my room cos the floor seems that much more comfortable than my desk littered with notes and scribbles (BMR, for the last time: Fuck off. Get a life. Something. ANYTHING. You have any idea how many people have you blacklisted right now? I swear you've got a freaking bounty on that evil little head of yours), blogging and trying to convince myself that I really should stand up and head over to said desk to actually start studying especially since there's BMR consultation later.
Blasting Japanese bubblegum pop music to try to get the blood flowing, try to get myself to blink a little less blearily. If something so saccharine and old-school (I'm listening to w-inds) can't wake me up, well, at least the style of the music is comforting to me. My mind is screaming WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP at me but the rest of my body is sluggish and slow. It simply refuses to move. Sigh.
My phone buzzes.
I look at it.
Oh.
..........Hello.
Kneeling on my injured knees at 7:44AM, snapping a photo of myself on my lappie cos I'm too brain-dead to actually function, blogging and tweeting because they help me to "start up". I actually compare my mind to an old car engine now, like the car we used to have. It would take a freaking day and a half just to wait for the engine to warm up enough to go. I don't know much about what that meant, just that it was something dad used to say. Of course, with yoyo-chan now (that's that new hybrid car) we don't have to wait so long, just a couple of minutes and she's good to go. Sugoi yo, yoyo-chan.
And still waiting for that text. Whatever happened to that wake-up call, hmm hmm hmmmm? I was supposed to get up at 5, you know. But nope, no call to wake me up, no Kimeru singing about how YOU GOT GAME in my ear. Just a cute attachment of you singing Rolling In The Deep. Song's old, Adele's slightly overrated, but that works just fine for me. If it were me I'd prolly sing some weird-ass Japanese song that no one would recognise. All the same, I guess waking up at 7 really isn't that bad, especially since I just wanted to get up to mug (still can't get over how funny it was to have you freak out over why on earth I wanted to get up at 5 in the morning to study, hee).
So here I am, sitting on the floor in my room cos the floor seems that much more comfortable than my desk littered with notes and scribbles (BMR, for the last time: Fuck off. Get a life. Something. ANYTHING. You have any idea how many people have you blacklisted right now? I swear you've got a freaking bounty on that evil little head of yours), blogging and trying to convince myself that I really should stand up and head over to said desk to actually start studying especially since there's BMR consultation later.
Blasting Japanese bubblegum pop music to try to get the blood flowing, try to get myself to blink a little less blearily. If something so saccharine and old-school (I'm listening to w-inds) can't wake me up, well, at least the style of the music is comforting to me. My mind is screaming WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP at me but the rest of my body is sluggish and slow. It simply refuses to move. Sigh.
My phone buzzes.
I look at it.
Oh.
..........Hello.
The sun's too bright.
Hair's wet - Just came out from the shower (maintain, guys, maintain =.=")
What on earth was I thinking, taking a snapshot this freaking early in the day?
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