Wednesday, November 02, 2005

:: openbook ::

It's a wednesday and i've once again managed to sleep the entire morning away.

I've an obsession with mornings. I just. Love mornings at home. I mean it's different in bunk because once you get up everyone's rushing you to do this and go there and whatnot. But. at home. Enjoying the slow rush of the every-morning at your own pace is something i always loved to wake up to as a kid having his school holidays.

You'd wake up. Pour yourself some milk and coco crunch and then you'd watch some cartoon re-run on tv. Then you'd wait until your parents get showered and all prepped up for work. Then you'd see them leave, and then you'd notice the traffic outside and all the other people rushing to catch their buses, trains, taxis and whatnot.

You get bored of watching so you go back to the tv and your bowl of now mushy coco crunch. Then after awhile you start to realize... it's quiet again.

This is where the sun comes in and shines some pretty hardcore super solid looking rays through the window and at a glance it looks as if the floor's burning in a seriously cool and collected state.

You realize. It's morning, you're awake - and that just means more time to kill on video games and anything else you can get your hands on.

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... God i want that life back. But no, more importantly - i want my mornings back.

I shouldn't be complaining though... my nights've been pretty fun.

Hmmm well good day to anyone who's reading. :)

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spoken. at 2:08 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."