This is you: WHINE (and you is supposed to be me)
Oh man I hate Westbus. Apart from them having my license because I am a fuzzy-headed lout who likes to go around bare foot, carrying shoes in one hand, bag of clothes in the other and NOT her wallet - this is what Westbus is like:
"Wah! It's Australia Day and I don't want to get out of bed. No, not even for YOU, Paige! I'm going to lie about in bed, maybe watch some cartoons and maybe get out around 9. Then you will be almost late for stuff!"
Sure, I would usually commend this laziness, God knows I'm pretty gosh darn slow at getting around to doing things. However! I need to be somewhere even though I don't particularly want to go and am scared of omg getting crushed and sunburn (I don't think that's going to be a HUGE factor today, though). But I can't let people down and I will be all rocking up at a bad time and they will not be entirely enthused.
I can't even whine about not having my P's because I would not have a vehicle to drive places. Or money to buy the fuel that drives that car. WOE, people. WOE.
So now I bum around the house, maybe watch some cartoons, and wait for the first bus of the day to idly make its way down my street, stinking of stale alcohol and Cheetos.
(Oh, also. I totally woke up and looked around at my room and my Green Day posters and mumbled into my pillow: "I have no idea who I am anymore." It was sad, yes yes.)
"Wah! It's Australia Day and I don't want to get out of bed. No, not even for YOU, Paige! I'm going to lie about in bed, maybe watch some cartoons and maybe get out around 9. Then you will be almost late for stuff!"
Sure, I would usually commend this laziness, God knows I'm pretty gosh darn slow at getting around to doing things. However! I need to be somewhere even though I don't particularly want to go and am scared of omg getting crushed and sunburn (I don't think that's going to be a HUGE factor today, though). But I can't let people down and I will be all rocking up at a bad time and they will not be entirely enthused.
I can't even whine about not having my P's because I would not have a vehicle to drive places. Or money to buy the fuel that drives that car. WOE, people. WOE.
So now I bum around the house, maybe watch some cartoons, and wait for the first bus of the day to idly make its way down my street, stinking of stale alcohol and Cheetos.
(Oh, also. I totally woke up and looked around at my room and my Green Day posters and mumbled into my pillow: "I have no idea who I am anymore." It was sad, yes yes.)