Despite the overly depressing sound of the title, I'm actually in a fairly good mood this morning despite being awake before noon. Ever since the pressure of going to class was lifted off my shoulders Dec. 13th, I don't think I have been up this early. In those early days, I was staying up until 5/6am in the morning and sleeping until I woke up because I didn't even have work to worry about (finals in the evening rock!). After I was done with finals, I started waking up about 1:30 only because I needed to work.
It is interesting that this is coming up because my good friend posted on her blog today about not being a morning person. It's not entirely surprising as we consider ourselves to be the same person. In fact, for those who don't know, we seem to share a telepathic bond voiced by Samuel L. Jackson. Now don't be weirded out and don't think we are crazy. This theory has arisen after countless instances of finishing each others sentences when together. Not only that, but also we tend to have the same thoughts at the same time as shown by the fact that one will text the other only to have the response "I was just going to say that!" or if it is the first text of the day (surprisingly we aren't in constant communication although, like the other day, we are sometimes found using multiple forms of contact at the same time) "I was just thinking that!" So, we decided that there must be something to it all. The Sam part I might be willing to negotiate (especially if he hears about this and threatens to hardcore my ass if I don't), but I'm content to let things be the way they are.
Anyways, back to the point, mornings suck. Except I can't entirely stand behind that. Let me qualify. Morning sucks when you don't sleep enough or wake up to particularly bad tidings or in a particularly unpleasant way. For example: Falling asleep at 6am and waking up at 8am for class (usually, I just say f that); Waking up to realize that you had overslept for an exam (just fake a death, it's been known to work); A roommate playing loud music (I tend to not be effected since I sleep like a rock); Or my least favorite, waking up to someone using one of those ridiculously stupid cliches. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" and various other ones (I'm hitting a mental block right now, no doubt from the trauma inflicted from being attacked in the mornings) that I can't remember because I have made it known that I hate them.
It is much more pleasant to sleep until your body is satisfied and roll out of bed of your own accord, in a leisurely manner. I enjoy being able to take my time in the morning. In other words, if I want to stay in my pajamas for three hours, I can. Hell, if I want to be in my pajamas all day, I'll do what I want!
Anyways, this post is slowly losing it's purpose, so I will finish off with my piece of life that I have chosen to share with you. It is an episode of one of the greatest cartoons ever, Jackie Chan Adventures. Now, if you have never seen it, seasons 1-3 are on Youtube for easy access and so far I've been able to find all the season 4 episodes I have looked for.
This particular episode is the season finale of season 3, and the episode is titled "Attack of the J-clones." Just watch it. Hilarity will ensue. Just sayin... :)
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