so there i was, lyin in bed...

last night, the clock trudging steadily towards three a.m. i have to get up at six thirty to shower and stuff before work and i've been in bed since about ten thirty. clearly, all is not going according to plan. the morning is supposed to go like this...

however, due to my lack of sleep and my already uncanny ability to sleep through an alarm, HERE is how it actually happens...

and then there's that moment when you know, instantly, that something is horribly wrong. you can feel it in your gut, smell it in the air. a feeling so horrible that it makes you forget, if even for a moment, that you are no longer in school and that big monologue ISN'T due today and you aren't going to fail rich's class or let jim down or completely destroy your chances and the chances of your scene partners by being that douchebag who overslept on the morning of the eight thirty a.m. final {the final you don't have because you are almost twenty three and have been out of school for half a year now.} something like THIS is an unwelcome sight at these times:

so, to get to the eight a.m. ferry, we have to leave the house by seven forty. now i catch the eight a.m to get to the big ferry which is at eight forty five which gets me across to seattle by ten, giving me time to walk to work because i can't take the buses. sometimes i get a cab, or like i said, i take the monorail. either way, gotta be there by eleven.

so, THIS morning, i got ready {shower and all} in NINE. MINUTES. i was washed brushed packed and ready to go in nine short minutes. after a quick detour back up the driveway cuz my mom forgot her glasses and realized she couldn't see, we were on our way. i just made the ferry and everything was fine. i did my make up at the terminal while i was waiting for the ferry to arrive {so as to optimize sleep time on the boat, you see?}

the boat came and i was finally starting to mellow out. one good thing in all of this was that the wicked sweet playlist i made? totally awesome A grade work.

{A + + *}

the rest of my trip proceeded without event. got to the science center, did some christmas shopping, tried to stay conscious. things were going ok.

                                                                      HOWEVER

on a day like this its all the little things that go wrong. my face was sort of dry and my mascara wouldn't cooperate and my head band broke after i had already put my bangs so i had to get them wet again and knew they would look stupid all day and id show up at work with mad hair and a crazy face.

                                               here is what i PROBABLY looked like today:

                                                 HERE is how i FEEL like i looked today:

                                                       i was feeling crummy. go with it.

aaaaanywho, i made the conscious decision to sleep on my lunch instead of eat, which, it turns out, was an EXCELLENT idea. i woke up with fifteen minutes to spare. i had time for a little lunch. i use the term 'lunch' here a bit loosely.

so basically the day went by in a fog of caffeine and exhaustion and now i am home and cannot sleep, but dammit i am going to TRY. BUT, seeing as i just finished DINNER, things are looking a bit grim.

OH but HEY! in other news, look what happened to my hand!

                 that cut wraps round to the side of my hand as well. AWESOME. guess how i got it?

i sleep in seattle at friends' houses a lot. so i keep things in my bag that i would need for sleeping over. one of those things is a toothbrush {no i didn't cut my hand on a toothbrush, give me a little credit guys} the other thing i keep is a venus razor. yeeea.

so i was reaching in my bag to grab my wristbands and my watch for work this morning and i looked at my hand {my LEFT hand again, funny enough} and its like, RULL bloody. weirdly, this freaks me out LESS than a crazy dented violently purple finger. i was just sort of like, 'huh.'

you see, i thought it could be a really good time to reach into my bag pocket and cut my hand all to shit so that it would sting for the rest of the day and look really hideous.

point of interest: it was NOT a really good time. also, it sort of set the tone for the whole day.

                                                                     HOWEVER!

i am home now and in my comfy bed about to {please gods} go to sleep. and so, i leave you with this quote:

'everyone of us has a person like that in their lives, everyone has a bella swan. like the sort of person who blames them-self for EVERYTHING that happens to them. the next time you see your bella swan, givem a good slap round the face.' - alex day {alex reads twilight}

cheers!
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DFTBA