Every night I try to go to bed at a reasonable time, but Netflix loves to overpower me. I know I have an eight am class, but I can run off a few hours of sleep right? College students are known for nearly overdosing on coffee, but when it is time to get up out of bed. I already set six alarms, five minutes apart from each other, I most definitely will not be late for class. These last five minutes are just needed. I cannot possibly be late if I hit snooze one more time. When you are in college you do not shower, well barely. Rocking the messy bun sounds like a better idea everyday.
In the south, you never know what to wear, especially when your half awake and you haven't had a chance to walk outside. Is it cold or is it hot outside? Wait it does not matter because I forgot to do laundry. Great. I only had one class yesterday, if I re-wear the outfit no one will notice. Okay we have a plan, we are good. Wait, how many times have I worn this shirt? Maybe I will shock the world and match my shirt with my Nike shorts. People will actually think I have my life together if I match today. Style is one of the few things I do not care about in the morning.
It is hard enough to even wake up in the mornings and even harder to go to class. Do I really have to go? Attendance is mandatory, but missing one day will not count against me. We have a three unexcused absent rule. Wait, what if something happens and I need to miss a few days? You know what? I will just go to class. After I decide to finally get up and go to class I ask myself "should I take the trolley?"
I know that the trolley is going to get me to my class on time, but if I drive, I can totally hit up Chick-Fil-A on the way. Actually, yes, I need chicken tenders in my life, but wait I have no gas. Oh and look, gas went up again. Is it embarrassing to pay gas in change? Of course if I count out the change now, the cashier is going to have to recount it even though I just did it in front of him. Maybe I should just email my teacher ahead of time and tell her I am having car difficulties because odds are she will see me on the side of the road on campus somewhere with no gas, in tears.
My life is in shambles, why didn't I just join the military, or even smarter why would I register for 8 am's when I clearly need something after 11 because I'm still trying to recuperate from last night's rager. I guess I'll just call my mom and cry to her now and she can walk me through this, just like she does every morning.
