I'm not an early bird. That's for sure.
Keep me awake with coffee or any other caffeine loaded beverage for the whole night any day, but waking up in the morning? Nope, not my thing.
Yet going to school means I need to wake up from the beautiful feeling of sleep. I love going to school. School is a place where I can meet up with my friends. Yes that's the wrong reason for loving going to school but hey, at least I do.
Anyways, back to waking up. I hope my fellow night owls sympathize.
I'm so bad at waking up in the morning that I have to set up 3 alarms for myself with 10 minute intervals, and each with a snooze every five minutes so that I have 30 minutes of alarms going off for me to get up. In total I have 6 alarms going off every morning. Yes, I know that's sad. I sympathize for my future roommate that gets to hear all that.
The night before this painful morning, I had just been physically exhausted. P.E. during school where we had a running workout, then basketball practice, going to the YMCA with my mother, and then working my butt off to do all my homework (oh the pains). All of that equaled to one extremely tired Abraham. The moment I had finished all my homework and whatever else I needed to do I went to my bed to sleep, and I immediately fell asleep.
When it came time for me to wake up (round 6:30), my first alarm went off. But I didn't hear a thing. My body had decided that waking up wasn't worth the deliciously amazing beauty sleep that I was getting.
I'm so bad at waking up in the morning that I have to set up 3 alarms for myself with 10 minute intervals, and each with a snooze every five minutes so that I have 30 minutes of alarms going off for me to get up. In total I have 6 alarms going off every morning. Yes, I know that's sad. I sympathize for my future roommate that gets to hear all that.
The night before this painful morning, I had just been physically exhausted. P.E. during school where we had a running workout, then basketball practice, going to the YMCA with my mother, and then working my butt off to do all my homework (oh the pains). All of that equaled to one extremely tired Abraham. The moment I had finished all my homework and whatever else I needed to do I went to my bed to sleep, and I immediately fell asleep.
When it came time for me to wake up (round 6:30), my first alarm went off. But I didn't hear a thing. My body had decided that waking up wasn't worth the deliciously amazing beauty sleep that I was getting.
So I slept through all 6 alarms that went off. When it came to be about 7:20 AM, my father knew that I was sleeping in, so he decided that it'd wouldn't definitely not be unnecessary to yell whilest barging into my room "ABULAHAM WAIK UP SON".
I immediately woke up, my body probably thinking there was some immediate physical danger. After realizing that it was just my father being excessively loud, my body decided it'd be fun for me to experience grogginess.
Disoriented and still half asleep, I made my way to my bathroom, turned on the lights groaned as the light blinded me. Squinting until my eyes would adjust, I jumped back, scaring myself by looking into the mirror when they did adjust. I looked around the clutter of items in front of me and grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste.
Brushing my teeth wasn't always such a hard task, but this particular morning, the universe had decided that it would be. Opening the bottle of toothpaste, I decided that it would be a good idea to squeeze the toothpaste out onto my pointer finger then to my toothbrush.
So I squeezed out the toothpaste into my finger, but before I could transfer the toothpaste onto my toothbrush, I noticed that I had those eye booger thingies that you get in the corners of your eyes. So I also decided that it would be a good idea to pick them out.
I wiped my eye with my finger while the finger still held the 'would-be-painful-if-in-eye' toothpaste in it. Once I did, I realized the amount of stupidity the action that I just did was. My eye burned cold. I had never felt such thing in my life. It burned, but it burned cold. Every second that my eye was open, the moisture would dry out creating the feeling of cold burning.
I screamed out loud scaring the cat that had accompanied me into the bathroom, and because I was standing in front of the entrance, the cat had nowhere to go, and so it ran around the bathroom whilest I was screaming.
My brain slowly worked out that it would be a good idea to wash my eye so that the toothpaste could be washed away, so I tried, but washed the other eye. I screamed even louder.
After a while, and quite a considerable amount of blinking, the pain had somewhat subsided and I could see between my rapid blinking. I brushed my teeth (this time putting the toothpaste directly onto my toothbrush), washed my face, and did all other things to get ready for school.
I got in my car, after eating breakfast, and my father drove me and my sister to school.
When I got to school, my eye still burned freezing cold, and so I had to keep blinking my eyes. Upperclassmen laughed and looked at me weird as I walked up stairs to my locker.
When I got to my locker one of my friends asked "Dude what's wrong with your eye? Does it hurt? It's really red man. How does it hurt?"
I just sighed and said "It burns cold... It's... It's a long story"
;)
Disoriented and still half asleep, I made my way to my bathroom, turned on the lights groaned as the light blinded me. Squinting until my eyes would adjust, I jumped back, scaring myself by looking into the mirror when they did adjust. I looked around the clutter of items in front of me and grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste.
Brushing my teeth wasn't always such a hard task, but this particular morning, the universe had decided that it would be. Opening the bottle of toothpaste, I decided that it would be a good idea to squeeze the toothpaste out onto my pointer finger then to my toothbrush.
So I squeezed out the toothpaste into my finger, but before I could transfer the toothpaste onto my toothbrush, I noticed that I had those eye booger thingies that you get in the corners of your eyes. So I also decided that it would be a good idea to pick them out.
I wiped my eye with my finger while the finger still held the 'would-be-painful-if-in-eye' toothpaste in it. Once I did, I realized the amount of stupidity the action that I just did was. My eye burned cold. I had never felt such thing in my life. It burned, but it burned cold. Every second that my eye was open, the moisture would dry out creating the feeling of cold burning.
I screamed out loud scaring the cat that had accompanied me into the bathroom, and because I was standing in front of the entrance, the cat had nowhere to go, and so it ran around the bathroom whilest I was screaming.
My brain slowly worked out that it would be a good idea to wash my eye so that the toothpaste could be washed away, so I tried, but washed the other eye. I screamed even louder.
After a while, and quite a considerable amount of blinking, the pain had somewhat subsided and I could see between my rapid blinking. I brushed my teeth (this time putting the toothpaste directly onto my toothbrush), washed my face, and did all other things to get ready for school.
I got in my car, after eating breakfast, and my father drove me and my sister to school.
When I got to school, my eye still burned freezing cold, and so I had to keep blinking my eyes. Upperclassmen laughed and looked at me weird as I walked up stairs to my locker.
When I got to my locker one of my friends asked "Dude what's wrong with your eye? Does it hurt? It's really red man. How does it hurt?"
I just sighed and said "It burns cold... It's... It's a long story"
;)
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