Morning Grumps

  23rd March 2014, 11.10 AM.

  So...I guess I haven't ditched this blog yet. Hi everyone! ^w^

  Do you ever get that grumpy feeling when you wake up in the morning? Even though you have a really cool outing planned for the day, you might be thinking, "Nnngh, that has to be the most stupidest outing I've ever planned..." I get that feeling most of the time. However, when I wake up late, I'm super grumpy and am childishly capable of throwing a quiet tantrum, much to my shame. Why do I call it a "quiet tantrum"? I don't actually yell and throw things but I do sulk, stamp my foot, and if I'm really grumpy, I cuss.

  Shame on me, huh?

  Yes, shame on you!

  Quiet, you. Anyway, by late, I mean 10.00 AM. To some of you guys, you may be thinking, "How is that late?? I wake up at 10 all the time!" but naaah, to me, waking up on time is waking up at 4.30 AM. I usually do, with the help of my alarm, but lately, I've been tuning out the alarm somehow and waking up late. If any of you Muslim readers are wondering, don't worry, I didn't miss my Subuh prayers, I, uh, am currently having the normal cycle of, err, blood that women have every once in a while...

  Personally, I don't get why it's so embarrassing to admit that. Night Star thinks so too but she's starting to feel a little awkward ever since she's seen other people feel awkward. Ugh. Peer pressure.

  Let's just ignore that little bit of purple text, shall we? Good.

  To wrap things up, I'll just say I hate, hate, hate waking up late. It makes me feel as though I've wasted precious time, which I have, a whole 6 and a half hours! It makes me feel wasted. I really wanted to clean up my room and complete my holiday assignment in the morning so that I'd have time to type away at the computer for the rest of the day! Then again...it's my own fault for doing things at the last minute.

  We did have a packed schedule...didn't we?

  Maybe...a little packed but that's no excuse so shut up. Oh well. At least I'll have my Gardenia Chocolate Bun. Which reminds me! I had this dream last night that ended with McDonald's Hotcakes (basically pancakes), Uncle Pancake's Pancakes (they're awesome, I tell you) and frozen prata with fried egg placed on top (not cooked with, mind you) for breakfast and I was disappointed to wake up and find out it was just a dream. Typical.

  I thought you loved Inception...

  Not in the sense when it's used on me. Honestly, the number of times my mind has led me to believe that I'd woken up early and on time when it was all just dreams...

  Thanks for reading! ^w^