2 posts tagged “five am”
Today was alright.
A fiery brimstone kind of alright, but alright.
As in, I had to get my schedule changed for no less than the third fucking time, and I already have homework that I'm skipping out on, and my friends are already driving me crazy alright. But really, I'm fine. (Pretty fucking dandy, actually.)
No. Seriously. I love my teachers. (Bach just makes me so happy.) I have friends in my classes. (For once.) And I mean...I'm alright. (I have a headache and it hurts like a mother, but, honest-to-God, I am alright.)
But Fruit Monkey is back.
(And you must, of course, understand that this means my world is hell.)
Okay, so I woke up at five AM this morning, and it wasn't light out
(which was a complete and total surprise) and the only thing I could
really think about is the fact that, in one day, I'm going to have to
(on five hours of sleep, mind,) ace a geometry test, take a geometry quiz, tell all of my friends I will be available neither on instant-messaging nor by phone for two weeks, make my room look presentable, clean poop off the floor (Imma fucking kill that dog we just
cleaned those carpets,) get rid of my sailor mouth and my tendency to
spout random Japanese phrases if given the opportunity, and welcome a
foreign exchange student into my house. Oh, and steel myself to the fact that that means no gay man porn for two weeks. (Joy.)
This is going to be an adventure, I can tell you. We still just have
so much to do - right now I'm just waiting out a pocket of time that is
slower (probably because it's already 87 degrees outside, and it's 6:30
AM in the fucking morning.) I mean, I just don't know if I'm nervous
(but I probably am) or excited (which I probably am too) or if that
episode of the Closer last night just made me jittery. (I mean,
come on, a severed head in a dumpster? That's remotely traumatizing.)
At any rate we're all just kind of rushing around like chickens with
our heads cut off, trying to figure out howto fit all we have left to
do into the miniscule amount of time we have left to do it in. (I mean,
my biggest dilemma at the moment is if I look presentable - do I ever
look presentable? - and if that'll last me until the end of the day - I
doubt it.)
I just hope I can do this, you know? ...and I really, really hope we get along.
(I really, really hope we get along.)
