You want to talk about a bad morning...
Last night I bought a new alarm clock. My aunt and I spent the entire night till 2:30am building a computer desk I got for my room. I had still planned on going to school even though I knew I'd be exhausted. I went to sleep around 3. Aaron said goodbye to me when he left for work at 7:30. My alarm was set for 9(or so I thought). The next thing I remember, I opened my eyes and looked at my clock...It was 1:44 PM...I could do nothing but stare at it for the next few minutes.
I have enough trouble getting outta bed without crap like this. Even when I want to go to school, something manages to fuck me over.
Sometimes I just think I really can't win.
Listening to: Stabbing Westward