a typical daily routine.
because I can.
7.00 am
awakening. sun's already up. stumbling all over the place trying to find my phone and turn off the alarm, to find that its inside my pillowcase for some reason.
7.15 am
already showered. walk into Pam's room only in a towel and attempt to walk her up by repeating 'Pam, its seven fifteen' until there are some signs of movement discernible.
8.00 am
by this time, I've eaten, changed, pinned my hair up, and goofed around a little bit. TV was turned on during breakfast to watch some random show on shark babies. then we leave to start walking to school.
8.30 am
school starts. usually still hanging around the lockers; until the fact that we have to get to class is unavoidable.
11.05am
stagger into the boarding house for recess, stare at the unappetising snacks, repress one's hunger, and stagger back out again to class.
12.40pm
crawl into the dining hall, pick at some mush they call food for lunch, die on the tables knowing that there's still another period to go.
3.30pm
break out of the classroom, race for the lockers, grab some eggs and other stuff from the kitchen, then begin the hike back to Swinburne.
3.45pm
reached swinburne, and realised that there was not enough food. have to rush down to safeway to get stuff. the lifts at swinburne won't work, so we have to figure out if we can use the emergency stairs and try to sneak out.
4.30pm
back at swinny's with the shopping. couch flop and turn the television on. watch soap operas brainlessly.
5.30pm
move fat asses off the couch and try to scrape some sort of dinner together with the least amount of effort and cooking materials possible.
6.30pm
eat the burnt dinner with ice cream. shower. hang around in each other's rooms and talk. resign ourselves to the fact that homework doesn't do itself, though that would be incredibly helpful.
8.30pm
come out of rooms for a break. sit outside on the balcony and enjoy the gorgeous view. yell down at rowdy drunks. play 'caught by the shark!' at the windows.
10.00pm
give up on studying and sit outside in front of the TV and watch all the action bits in Lord of the Rings. eat more junk.
11.30pm
sit in Pamela's room and talk. a lot.
12.30 am
realise that its really late and crash on the bed; not to move until the next morning.
life's pretty good.
