Lost and found.

I was supposed to wake up at 6am this morning, but I didn't get up until 6:54. That's 54 minutes after my alarm went off.

I took a shower but I couldn't find my pants that I wanted to wear. I searched and finally found them on my roommate's dresser.

I dried my hair and I couldn't find my straightener. "Where's my straightener?" I asked my roommate who was awake. She had put it in a drawer, but not my drawer. I couldn't find my brush. It was in a different drawer.

Needless to say, I was becoming a tad irritated.

I was couldn't find my eyeshadow, and it ended up being where I last put it. I couldn't find my sagu ID card, and it ended up being underneath my purse on my dest. I was 10 minutes late to breakfast and 5 minutes late to my first class.

My roommates seem to think that I do not have the ability to pick up after myself. Instead, they do it for me. Why? I ask myself. It's not as if I am a slob.

The thing with me is, I know where everything of mine is. It may not be in the correct spot, but I at least know where it is. Until it gets moved that is. And once it gets moved, I have no idea where it could be and my Self becomes annoyed.

I apologize that I don't make my bed every single morning. I'm sorry that I leave my straightener out when it's cooling. I regret terribly that my purse is on the floor in my corner by my desk.

Stop Moving My Stuff!!

This morning hasn't exactly gone very well. Not to mention I'm in computer applications and my text book doesn't have the correct pages in it. I suppose that's what you get when you borrow from a senior who had the class 2 years ago. Technology has changed since then.

On the bright side, I was able to eat frosted flakes and the orange juice machine still had juice left. Not only that, I might be expecting a phone call tonight.

I suppose this day won't end up so badly after all.