Maxigumee

(This post was written at about 8:00 this morning.) I’ve really been having trouble in the morning the last few days. Not that I don’t normally have some kind of trouble in the mornings. I’m usually keeping somebody waiting by how slowly it takes me to get ready for school. I need to wake up (usually at about 6:30), take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, wash and tone then moisturize my face, do my hair, pack my bag…. All of this before I’m supposed to leave at about 7:15 (although we usually have to leave at 7:30 because of how long it takes me to get ready).

For the last three days, though, mostly Monday and today, it’s been horrible getting up and getting ready for school. On Monday, I slept until like 7:45. That was because I had stayed up until about 12:15 the previous night writing a paper for History. Because of this 15 minute sleep-in, we got to school at about 8:00.

This morning was more or less the same. I didn’t get up until 7:45, this time, because I have no idea. I went to sleep last night at like ten. Still, I was (and still am) DEAD TIRED. Even though I did wake up at 7:45, I still stayed in my bed for a few minutes because I was just too tired to move.

When I finally did get up, I had to take my shower and get dressed. The getting dressed took a bit longer than usual because I couldn’t find anything to that looked good on me. I am right now having big regrets about the outfit that I did choose because it is HIDEOUS. I just didn’t have that much time to notice because I was rushed.

From there, I ate breakfast. My breakfast usually takes some time to eat because of all the things in it: two eggs, toast, a grapefruit, and oatmeal. Some days I might have oranges and a smoothie, too. So, there was that…. and from there, time was basically all out.

I needed to brush my teeth quickly, but anything else couldn’t be done, because my mother was threatening to drive away without me. I ran downstairs, grabbed my bag, and got out of the house. I didn’t even have time to change my socks to match my (incredibly HIDEOUS) outfit. I had to do that in the car. Along with taking Claratin. Along with participating in a whine-fest with my sister and my mother about how long it takes me to get ready and how everybody’s morning sucks and blah, blah, blah.

When I got to school and started to finish off some of my morning cleansing stuff in the bathroom is when the absolute HIDEOUSNESS of my outfit began to sink in. My CLOGS were the SAME COLOR and TEXTURE as my pants. I looked as if I was wearing those pajama pants with built in sock thingies. So, my whole bottom half was a big mess of brown corduroy. And my shirt, I guess, was okay, but it just didn’t go with the rest of my clothes. I just wanted to bash my body into the wall repeatedly by how UGLY my outfit was. Thank goodness it’s an early release day.