my brain wakes me up as the alarm clock screams itself into awareness at 7 am.that's right 7 am.7 am and i vowed to each other after highschool that we would never see each other again, that it just wasn't working out between us, because i was a snickering wounded dragon when we were together and i would also say it was ugly and that mornings should die. and i am right, mornings should die. someone tried to be all like clever and say well if you wake up at 1 pm ever day that would be your morning and i said, well, duuuh, but a morning at 1pm is unlike a morning at 7 am.just read...
so i literally rolled out of bed and clumped onto the floor and slithered under my bed to get my shower bucket/tote/whatever. lesly asks if im ok and i can't asnwer her because my throat is still sleeping. i stumble like a zombie down the hall with my eyes closed and practically fall into the shower. oh wait, yes, i did fall into the shower. luckily i didnt put the water on yet cause i still had my clothes on. naked now.time to sit in the corner of the shower and let the warm water slap my skin awake.i allow myself to attempt to stand on my own to legs like a struggling new born giraffe testing its new legs, slipping and tangling and sliding and snarling and asking my mommy for help and wanting to die. after a successful shower (as in i didnt slip and drown in a puddle of my own shampoo) i get dressed and kick it flipside in the dining hall. let me tell you---
MORNING WORLD IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT WORLD!
workers are friendly
there is an abundance of goood food
PINEAPPLES IN THE MORNING
strawberries too
it is quiet
even soft rock doesnt sound so bad in the morning
my thoughts are funny
the school is so much more beautiful when it isnt littered with people
ok, so this happened yesteday so i could be fueled and awake for my sexam- i kicked its ass!!! woordddd.
dude, i realized i am way too impatient to write. and that sucks. sexample- this post is total crap. if i took time and allowed myself to think for a minute, this would potentially be a post worth reading. but no. i am subjecting you to crap.but if i didnt subject you to crap my blog would become sextinct and plus i cant really take too much time on my blog when i have schoolwork to do. i am thinking about magicians,aww, that makes me so happy
~kala
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dude dont tell that to my mom clowns thouroly freak out my mom...
not at all a bad post by the way....good imagery the whole drowning in your own shampoo (naked) and baby giraffe simile
5:43 PM
oh shit, don't even get me started. when i wasn't having night terrors as a kid, i was having nightmares. about clowns. i sued to looovee clowns until the possessed my dreams. oh my god, i still have one that haunts me just to think about it. i should just post it caue its gonna take too much of this box's space...
7:41 PM
i drank coffee that morning. i do drink it occassionaly its just that i am more of a tea girl, so the sexcessive amount of caffeine in coffee hits me with a nightmarish force and i get even more wild than i already am, and believe me, that gets a little intense.
12:30 AM
wait, you already know this cause you are the real lauren!! ayayayayayayaya!!!! ps- you need to go to my archives and look at the milliar fillmore post. i think you'd live it. plus the goat one and the sperm whale ones were cool too. every post is better with pictures! hip hip hooray.
12:39 AM
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