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Okay, Sunday night I planned to get to bed early. (People who know me well will already know where this is going.)
So I get working on some fanfic before bed, and end up staying up just a bit too late because I'm tantalizingly close to finishing a piece I started in April.
Then, as I try to go to sleep, it turns out there are some stupid french punks out in the street rapping. No, I'm totally serious. They were recording themselves and everything. And did I mention loud? I had earplugs in and headphones on and I could still hear them. Needless to say, I didn't get to sleep.
Then, I decide to make hay while the sun shines, or it's midnight, and watch Alias, thereby both killing time until the dumbasses outside shut up, and thinking that if I get significantly less sleep than I need, it will be easier to get up in the morning. (Usually this works - I can tell home much sleep I didn't get based on how easy it is to wake up in the morning.) This morning, however, it didn't work and I ended up turning off my alarm clock with waking up at all.
If my roommate hadn't asked me when I was planning on getting up, I would have been late to class.
Her: "What time are you planning on getting up?"
Me: "Seven?"
Clock: 8:10 am
Then my hair refused to co-operate and I was utterly unable to put it up in a ponytail, because that's the kind of morning I was having.
Then I had the smallest peice of bread and a bit of milk for breakfast. And then as I'm rushing out the door, my roommate opens up the fridge and is getting out these little pastry rolls she got.
"Do you want one? They're fattening, and I know if I have them here I'll eat them. Here, have two!"
Me: "...Thanks..."
And then I spent the morning denuding my nails, because I don't bite them like a normal person when I'm bored, I pick at them with my other nails.
So I get working on some fanfic before bed, and end up staying up just a bit too late because I'm tantalizingly close to finishing a piece I started in April.
Then, as I try to go to sleep, it turns out there are some stupid french punks out in the street rapping. No, I'm totally serious. They were recording themselves and everything. And did I mention loud? I had earplugs in and headphones on and I could still hear them. Needless to say, I didn't get to sleep.
Then, I decide to make hay while the sun shines, or it's midnight, and watch Alias, thereby both killing time until the dumbasses outside shut up, and thinking that if I get significantly less sleep than I need, it will be easier to get up in the morning. (Usually this works - I can tell home much sleep I didn't get based on how easy it is to wake up in the morning.) This morning, however, it didn't work and I ended up turning off my alarm clock with waking up at all.
If my roommate hadn't asked me when I was planning on getting up, I would have been late to class.
Her: "What time are you planning on getting up?"
Me: "Seven?"
Clock: 8:10 am
Then my hair refused to co-operate and I was utterly unable to put it up in a ponytail, because that's the kind of morning I was having.
Then I had the smallest peice of bread and a bit of milk for breakfast. And then as I'm rushing out the door, my roommate opens up the fridge and is getting out these little pastry rolls she got.
"Do you want one? They're fattening, and I know if I have them here I'll eat them. Here, have two!"
Me: "...Thanks..."
And then I spent the morning denuding my nails, because I don't bite them like a normal person when I'm bored, I pick at them with my other nails.
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