Full of Win

I am prone to complain about my 9:30 class the way many people gripe about their "eight ay-ahms". It doesn't help that the class itself drives me absolutely nutters. So I decided to share with you (because really, who could care more?) my morning schedule when it comes to getting ready for my class! Lucky youuuu!

6:30 a.m. - Cell phone alarm goes off. Its some anti-climatic porno ring. I tried to change it to "Thats What You Get" by Paramore. It didn't listen. Press one of the outside censors to quiet the alarm for an extra five minutes.

6:35 a.m.- Hit snooze again.

6:40 a.m.- Hit snooze a third time. Decide to be nice to the roommate and shove the cellphone (charger, and all) under my pillow so she won't hear it and it will go off in my ear.

6:45 a.m.- Hit snooze again. Look out the window briefly and marvel at how pretty the morningtime is before getting five more minutes of glorious sleep.

6:50 a.m.- realize that the snooze addiction is getting ridiculous, but continue to hit it anyway. This will not be the last time, either.

7:20 a.m.- After hitting snooze six more times (Each time going "Now I have an hour and forty minutes to get ready!" etc...) I jump (literally) out of bed. Stumble into the bathroom.

7:25 a.m.- Look in the bathroom mirror. Decide that my hair, since I went to bed with it wet, will be completely unmanageable. Then wash my face (managing to get soap in my eyes YET AGAIN) and brush my teeth before wandering back out into my dorm.

7:35 a.m.- Look at unmade bed, Do nothing. Realize I should get dressed, But don't. Pull out the paper due for my 9:30 class to tweak it before printing, Ha ha! What do I really do? Start up youtube and facebook and whittle away the next half hour uselessly.

8:00 a.m.- Decide to download Trillian on the temp laptop. This will take five minutes.

8:05 a.m. grudgingly do the paper for my Writing class, even though its a terrible topic and could be written by semi-retarded birds.

8:10 a.m.- Start this post. Note:I am still in my pajamas with an unmade bed, no books in order, no breakfast, my hair isn't done, and I'm pretty sure I have no socks. If the entry were to end here I'm pretty sure I'm have to title this entry "Full of Fail!".

8:15 a.m.- Decide its about time to get ready. Make the Bed- marvel at my ability to spin my comforter a full 270 degrees while leaving the "throw" blankets usually kept at the end of the bed compeltely intact (sleep OCD? Yeah, I think so too!). Get dressed- a process made difficult when I realize that my foot is in fact, completely numb and a little blue. Ever shove a completely useless apendage into jeans? Few could say that they could. I am among those few. Print the Writing paper, track down the books (which I had already piled on my desk subconsciously the night before- excellent!). Listen to youtube music (through headphones, of course) and close the window next to my bed so my roommate will stop screaming "Polar Bear!" when she sees me.

8:40 a.m.- Do a few silly-esque things. Decide to leave early for my class so I can buy something at the school's Bookstore even though every time I walk inside a little bell in my head screams "Consumerism! Consumerism! Kon-Sue-Merr-Iz-Uhm!". I will talk some other time about the price policies of the convienience stores on campus. Its a treat, sort of like living in the tourist section of NYC at all times.

8:50 a.m.- Leave for class, full of WIN!