(i don’t know why i wrote this entry i wish i hadn’t i wish i wasn’t able to write stuff like this)

What, what am I doing up? I don’t have to be in class for nine hours.

Let’s see. When my alarm clock goes off, I’m going to hit the snooze and stare at it for about four minutes. Then, I’ll fall back asleep for five minutes. Then my alarm clock will go off again.

I know this, because I wake up every day at 8:00, and I wake up again at 8:09, and again at 8:18. And I get out of bed at 8:27.

Then I’m going to take a shower. Probably one of those long showers. Ever just let the hot water pour down your shoulders, basking in the warmth you know no one will give you all day?

(not that i do)

At 8:45 I’ll stumble out of the shower and find the least dirty clothes I can find. Then I will eat a banana, and drink some milk, because I won’t have time for anything else because I am running pretty damn late for school.

I’ll start my car, and put in my Jimmy Eat World cd, because that’s what I feel like listening to in the mornings. It’s too early for trance or techno, too early for punk rock, too early to listen to morning talk show hosts who will put me back to sleep.

I’ll pull into the parking lot, drive around for a bit, and probably won’t find any parking, so I’ll have to park on that dirty sidestreet next to our school where all the dogs go poopie. Poopie.

I’ll go through my Environmental Science test really fast, pretending I know what I’m doing. Then the rest of my day will go something like this:

where am i? which class am i in? is anyone looking at me? ring bell ring. back to sleep.

Then I’m going to come home and hate my perfect life and wish I was a butterfly.