2 posts tagged “morning”
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.)
I just woke up and I'm already on this vile machine - if that doesn't give you a whole bunch of insight as to what my life is like and what my priorities are, I don't know what will. (Of course, Hilary - my friend in England - think it's cute that I'm sleepy in - what is for her - the middle of the afternoon, and that makes me go all blushy, and probably doesn't help any counter-argument I might have to provide her with. And now, of course, I'm all flustered...people younger than you shouldn't call you cute, should they...? ... ... ...I'm not cute...and I'm not blushing. Yes I know it looks like it, but you're wrong. Dead wrong. Moving on.)
I'm not unhappy, though. (As you might've guessed, I rarely ever am, atleast on the weekends. But I don't ever really fully wake up during the course of the week, so I don't really think that counts.) I left my window open last night on accident because the breeze felt nice, and the sunlight just gushed in around seven, all bright and hot and yellow and happy to see me. And, I mean, it was early, but it didn't become unignorable for a while; it let me wake up gradually. (I can't help but be greatful for that.) I'm pretty hungry, but I'll cure that later...
We went to Sloat Nursery yesterday and bought a few flowers to plant in the garden; a few plainer flowers, and some lavender, and a big, crimson Dahlia. (They look like this, just so you know...very pretty.) It took all day out in the heat (which was severe in San Francisco, but not at all intolerable from a Sacramentan viewpoint) and we met up with a few mishaps and setbacs, but they're all planted now, and looking healthy and happy. (I can only hope they'll stay that way - I really do love gardens, and those flowers are so beautiful and smeel so good.) It was odd for me to be out in the sun all day, but probably good for me too. I mean, I have new freckles on my knees. That's good, isn't it?
New freckles are good luck, after all.
