Actions Not Reactions, Every Single Morning

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Every Single Morning

I’m going to put up some stuff I’ve been writing for my college creative writing class.

This assignment was to simply describe your morning from the point you wake up, until you eat breakfast. Simple enough.

Going to War Again

Ugh, I absolutely can’t stand the monotonous ringing of my alarm clock reminding me that yet another strenuous day of school is looming ahead. A blind man’s search for the snooze button sets my schedule back another ten minutes as I lay in a conscious sleep hoping that today is actually Saturday rather than Thursday. My sheets are again, torn off my bed, evidently losing the battle the night before, while my hair is a ridiculous mess and my eyes are crawling to stay open. Truthfully, being a musician makes a good nights sleep rather impossible, alongside this, having a racing mind usually means that sleep doesn’t happen at all. However, on most nights I do manage to muster out a few hours of decent shut eye usually far too short and insufficient for the days tasks ahead. Nevertheless, I push forward and finally rise from my bed, similar to what you would expect from King Tut if he were to rise from the dead. Staggering to the bathroom to see my not so gorgeous face in the mirror, as I really can’t see too well still and I pretty much resemble a disgruntled Vietnam War Veteran.

My morning routine tells me to plug in my hair straightener, as I have a few metrosexual tendencies I suppose, one of which is flat ironing my hair. As my straightener heats up, a quick check of my email and all things facebook and twitter reveals all the exciting events I might have missed out on the night before, which, in most cases is absolutely nothing. Doing my hair in the morning usually takes about ten minutes which does not bother me in the slightest. I’m not obsessive over what my hair looks like, as it usually ends up sticking up all over the place and looking virtually exactly like it did when I first woke up. Fantastic Paul Mitchell products put the finishing touches on my morning masterpiece and I’m slowly starting to look more like a human being.

Rummaging through my piles of clothing on the floor leads me to find my outfit for the day, usually not thought out and pretty ordinary. I wear girls pants on most occasions and on wonderful college mornings a hooded sweatshirt usually lands on the top of my list for my attire. If I didn’t have an image to uphold, I would probably grab the pajamas sitting in my dresser but, society tells me I should dress like I do because I am conforming to a specific band image. Call it selling out, call it conformity, it’s simply a part of my “look” that I’ve become rather fond of to be quite honest. Finally awake, a short walk to my kitchen brings me to a five minute breakfast because I’m almost always running late. Fortunately for me, cereal preparation does not take any sort of culinary training, thus I can move forward to the remainder of the day.
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