20 minutes flat.
My mother wakes me up at 7:00-ish, like she always does. I mumble, turn over and go back to sleep. Bed is so nice and comfy, sun is shining but not in my face, all pretty and sleepy, and I'm tired, because as usual when I'm feeling good I manage to let Brian keep me up late, late.
Sara wakes me up at 7:30. "Shouldn't you be up?" she says. I should, I reply. Slowly it seeps into my mind that I'm kind of pressed for time. Oh crap.
7:50 I'm getting onto the bus to school, having taken a bath, dressed, eaten breakfast, cleaned my room, and said natti natti to Brian. I didn't even forget anything at home, changed batteries in my mp3-player and brought my book with me and everything.
I am so awesome. =P I actually pulled this same thing off the other week too (though I think that was on a Tuesday) except then I didn't have to clean my room. Luckily that doesn't consist of much in my case.
Sara wakes me up at 7:30. "Shouldn't you be up?" she says. I should, I reply. Slowly it seeps into my mind that I'm kind of pressed for time. Oh crap.
7:50 I'm getting onto the bus to school, having taken a bath, dressed, eaten breakfast, cleaned my room, and said natti natti to Brian. I didn't even forget anything at home, changed batteries in my mp3-player and brought my book with me and everything.
I am so awesome. =P I actually pulled this same thing off the other week too (though I think that was on a Tuesday) except then I didn't have to clean my room. Luckily that doesn't consist of much in my case.