1. The morning.
The alarm goes off, shrieking at me to get up. But I know it won’t work, I’m lying in one of those positions that you just don’t want to leave. So I just lay there savoring those last few minutes I have before I really am running late. But of course as per usual I don’t just lay, I sleep there. When I eventually do pull myself away from my peaceful haven I can tell I have hardly anytime left so I cross the ‘No so important things when you’re running late’ off my list of things to do in the morning. This includes; washing my hair (you can always use dry shampoo), tidying my room (at least I can walk though the piles of stuff) and finishing my book report (I’ll do it in class. So my first task to tackle is breakfast.
I trail downstairs dressed in my PJ’s and a half eaten/attacked by my cat, Tabby dressing gown. I enter the kitchen and am instantly targeted by the feral beast I call a pet. She’s obviously hungry, I am too. I know mum’s weekly shopping trip is due today so there won’t be much to choose from. She doesn’t make my breakfast as she has no other reason to get up till 8. But to be fair its 7:55 now and I know she probably won’t get up within 5 minutes. I’m betting half an hour.
So I’m here alone in the kitchen rummaging around in the cupboard for something to when I find… and empty packet of pop-tarts. Great! I put them back, I’m really not up for tidying. I eventually settle for a bowl of dry (we have no milk) special K. Yum! Then, realizing I have 10 minutes till I have to run for the bus, scurry upstairs and into the bathroom. I wash my face nearly free of spots and dirt. It’s kind of weird how girls scrub of basically a hole layer of skin the apply an inch of makeup – which is pretty much more dirt. I put of foundation and then grab my eyeliner realizing too late that its blunt. I now look like a Goth/panda – and mascara. I then run to my room where my pile school uniform/bed sheet pile awaits me. Our school uniform isn’t actually that bad compared to some peoples. All we have is a plain white shirt and black skirt finished off with a overly sized blazer and awkwardly shaped tie.
Then it’s time to tackle my hair. I don’t even know what to do with it anymore. It’s just so ugh… I run my brush thought it a few times (wait, I think run is a bit too soft a word, more like shove!) and watch it get bigger and bigger. I swear it looks like a slow motion explosion. Well to calm myself down I put the radio on. ‘You love me like XO’ yeah, not today. ‘I’ll be thinking about you!’ No thank you! ‘DIANA! Let me the one to put a fire…’ Yeah…no! ‘Our love was made, made in the USA!’ I think I see a resemblance here… Oh wait! I run over to the calendar which was kindly decorated by my 3 year old cousin – not a good look! The 14th of course, Valentine’s Day! That’s good the book report isn’t due in till the 17th!
Anyway back to my hair.