I think my phone is possessed.
It turns off the alarm by itself.
I set it for 7.30 AM last night since I have a 9 AM class today.
Double checked it's on before I tucked myself in bed.
Morning.
My eyes pop open.
Light has already streamed into the living room.
A sense of foreboding envelopes me.
I grab my phone off the bedside table and flip the clamshell open.
It's 8.50 AM. The alarm has been disabled.
The alarm has been fucking disabled.
All on it's own.
Fuck fuck fucketty fuck.
I have a debate in 10 minutes and it's freaking 8.50 AM.
Scrambled out of bed and straight into the bathroom.
Predictably, I have bed hair.
Turned on the shower to wet my head and then quickly towelled myself dry.
Threw on my clothes from last night and rushed straight to uni.
I actually allowed myself to leave the house before I even groomed myself.
If that isn't dedication to uni, I don't know what is.
I burst into the tutorial room, frizzy haired and glasses askew.
Na and I have a theory that it's courtesy to dress up nicely and put your face on before facing the world because nobody should have to see anybody's sorry sight without their permission first.
You know, it's the little details.
Use concealer on your pimples if they are threatening to burst forth all the yellowy pus.
Checking to see if remnant bits of food are stuck on/between your teeth.
Etc., etc., etc..
Anyway, I've gone waaaaaaay of tangent.
My phone needs to be exorcised. Stat.
I set it for 7.30 AM last night since I have a 9 AM class today.
Double checked it's on before I tucked myself in bed.
Morning.
My eyes pop open.
Light has already streamed into the living room.
A sense of foreboding envelopes me.
I grab my phone off the bedside table and flip the clamshell open.
It's 8.50 AM. The alarm has been disabled.
The alarm has been fucking disabled.
All on it's own.
Fuck fuck fucketty fuck.
I have a debate in 10 minutes and it's freaking 8.50 AM.
Scrambled out of bed and straight into the bathroom.
Predictably, I have bed hair.
Turned on the shower to wet my head and then quickly towelled myself dry.
Threw on my clothes from last night and rushed straight to uni.
I actually allowed myself to leave the house before I even groomed myself.
If that isn't dedication to uni, I don't know what is.
I burst into the tutorial room, frizzy haired and glasses askew.
Na and I have a theory that it's courtesy to dress up nicely and put your face on before facing the world because nobody should have to see anybody's sorry sight without their permission first.
You know, it's the little details.
Use concealer on your pimples if they are threatening to burst forth all the yellowy pus.
Checking to see if remnant bits of food are stuck on/between your teeth.
Etc., etc., etc..
Anyway, I've gone waaaaaaay of tangent.
My phone needs to be exorcised. Stat.