habitual.

I mentioned in my very first post that I would most often default to writing about myself, since I think I'm only THE SECOND GREATEST THING TO EVER WALK THE PLANET (bested only by the mighty tyrannosaurus rex, and you just can't beat that).

I don't actually think that way about myself, but I'd venture to say that I'm mildly interesting?

In any case, let me walk you through a summer day in the life of, well, me.

6:15 - Wake up involuntarily. I'm a creature of habit.
6:20 - Alarm goes off. Usually a song by U2.
6:35 - After three songs by U2 ("Where the Streets Have No Name", "Sunday Bloody Sunday", and "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"), haul my lazy butt out of bed. Songs last approximately 15 minutes...an adequate snooze.

6:40 - After sleepily deliberating what to wear for the day, make my way slowly to the shower. Some people have snidely asked me before if I pick out my clothes in the dark. The answer is, well, YES. What did you expect? A personal dresser?

6:41 - Tune radio to 107.9 to catch the weather. I know, I know, it's old people music, from our parents' generation, but A LITTLE DISCO NEVER HURT ANYBODY. A day started without listening to Guy and Jennifer in the morning is a BAD DAY. Also, I use the bathroom before showering. Muy importante.

6:43 - Step into the shower after undressing and placing the day's clothes in a convenient, chronological order that facilitates quick dressing.
6:45 - Enjoy two minutes of hot water, then begin washing body. Wash everything twice.
6:51 - Wash face, first with exfoliating scrub, then with cleansing gel. I dunno know why I bother; I break out from stress anyway.
6:54 - Apply shampoo to hair. Massage scalp for the duration of one song, usually an Elton John song by this time.
6:57 - Rinse shampoo out.
6:58 - Apply conditioner. Leave in for the duration of usually a commercial break.
7:00 - Step out of shower, squeaky clean and freezing cold. You know how some people manage to exit the shower and look all flushed and refreshed? Not me. I look like a sick, shaking rat. There is NO rejuvenation going on. Only shivering.

7:02 - Dress after completely drying off, with a large towel for the body and a small towel for the hair. Dress in such order: unmentionables (underwear/bra...why'd I just mention them if they're supposed to be unmentionable?), pants, and undershirt (overshirt comes after brushing teeth, so as to avoid errant toothpaste flecks).

7:03 - Comb through hair, drying with towel as I go. Watch the ends of my fried hair snap off.
7:04 - Dry hair with large bristle brush. The one with the broken handle. Oh the disadvantages of having a little sister. Hmmm.
7:10 - Begin parting and straightening hair with comb and small plastic-bristled brush to prevent breakage. Usually fail and snap off half of hair anyway. I lose a lot of hair in one day. Usually finish in time to listen to the Celebrity Scoop without having to hear my hair crackle as I straighten it.

7:20 - Brush teeth for the duration of one song, usually a Michael Buble song if Jennifer's in a good mood.

7:23 - Put on main shirt/blouse/top, apply deodorant shortly after. Contemplate eating breakfast. Cereal never sounds appealing that early in the morning. Maybe a bagel...but we never have bagels. Disappointing.
7:24 - Deliberate the wearing of jewelry and what shoes to wear. I'm a big fan of both, but I rarely wear a lot of jewelry, and I only wear a few of my 40 pairs of shoes. It's excessive...excessively ridiculous!

7:26 - Decide to skip breakfast and get on Facebook instead. Harass the snot out of some online friends. Regret this later, around 9:45.

7:45 - Realise I'm probably going to be late for work. Rush out the door after mixing a quick water with a Propel packet. This will serve as breakfast. Flavoured water. Yum.

8:00 - Clock in.
4:00 - Clock out.

4:12 - Use the bathroom immediately after getting home. Get back on Facebook. Talk to mom about my day. Work on any projects I've got going (puzzles, drawings, music, essays, that sort of nonsense). Play a computer game, possibly some Plants vs. Zombies, if I'm in a bad mood. I'll write if I'm in a good mood. And maybe I'll eat. Not all in that order. The only thing I do at the same time every day is go to bathroom. My mom knows to get out of my way until I've had time to go. I'm cranky when I have to go. And I only pee twice a day, so you'd think I could get some respect during the two times I do need relief.

5:15 - Dad gets home. I say hi and we hug. Always.

6:00 - Dinner, usually.

6:45 - Back down to the Bat Cave (computer nook in the concrete part of our basement), unless my family decides to watch House or play cards/games together. It happens sometimes. Or we'll rent a movie. Usually a comedy.

8:30 - Start feeling tired.
9:00 - Really tired.
9:30 - Start attempting to rip myself out of the Bat Cave.
9:59 - See that it's almost 10. Give up and go two floors up to my bedroom.

10:02 - Put on pajamas. Shorts with a t-shirt. Very sexy, I know...NOT.
10:03 - Brush teeth and put in retainer (sometimes). Put on the most essential beauty item ever invented by man: CHAPSTICK (my only beauty product, sadly).

10:06 - Turn on the fan, turn on my bedlamp, turn off the main lights, climb up into bed. Usually slip going up a step. This usually hurts. A lot. I'm always bruised!

10:08 - Start reading.
12:30 - Finally put down the book and go to sleep.



Yeah. I told you I was a creature of habit. My days are, for the most part, pretty organised. They tend to revolve around work and meals, and occasionally, sleep. That's just my summer schedule so far. School is different. I tend to go to sleep a little earlier (or a lot later, depending on if I have a lot of homework), and I'll go out more with friends. There's usually less computer time during the school year. I also usually throw in more social time during the school year.

I'm early to rise, and late to retire. I've been known to take phone calls and texts in the shower, too. I know, pretty stupid, but hey, I'm young. That's not really an excuse, but that's what I like to tell myself to make myself feel better about taking mindless, potentially expensive risks.

If anybody ever feels like tearing my routine apart, please do. I love surprises like phone calls from old friends, texts from travellers, and mail from new people (NOT from colleges and credit cards...that stuff sucks). The easiest way to make me happy is to come over announced. Ballsy, but worth it! I really like people. The more people in my day, the better! I love extensive communication. Unfortunately, pretty much everyone else is preoccupied doing whatever it is they do during the day, and I'm left to socially fend for myself.

But don't feel sorry for me;
That's what Facebook's for!