I don’t know why, but for some reason my dad thought it was a good idea to commute with me this morning. I hate when he does this because he always makes me rush for no good reason and then I get flustered and forget a lot of things.
I forced myself out of bed at 7:10, which is way too early in my opinion. After brushing my teeth with my eyes closed and half-heartedly washing my face, I wandered back into my room and collapse on my bed, trying to soak up what little heat was left in my blanket. I wrapped myself up in the blanket and sat down in front of my mirror. I checked the time: 7:27. I had to leave the house at 7:50,
so I gave myself three minutes to get my contacts in. It took ten minutes.
So now its nearly 7:40 and my dad is banging on my door asking if I’m ready yet.
Not even close, bruh.
Next was the makeup. I’ve been meaning to buy new eyeliner for about two months now. The one I have is a little dried, totally not suitable for winged eyeliner, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. That is, until I realize I have two minutes to put my clothes on. After squeezing into my skinny jeans and giving up on finding the black tank top I was looking for, I hastily pack my bag as my dad is yelling for me to come downstairs and I’m cursing under my breath. With makeup on only the right side of my face, I throw on a pair on sunglasses and hope for the best.
It was bad enough that my dad insisted on taking the train with me, but then he wore this embarrassing green puffy coat, which was completely unnecessary in this weather. I am someone who values their personal space, so I like to sit in the single seats on the top level of the train, but when I’m with my dad I’m forced to sit with him and his puffy coat on the first level.
So there I am, taking my ticket out of my purse when I realize two very terrible things. I left the straightener plugged in, and I didn’t pack my headphones. With no music to listen to I spend the entire train ride thinking about how my house is probably on fire right now and its all my fault.
When I finally get to school I lock myself in a private bathroom and assess the damage. My hair is a mess, I look as tired as I feel, the strap from my bag gave me a wicked hickey, and the winged eyeliner was a terrible idea. I spend the next twenty minutes trying to salvage my face before I give up and realize there’s no point. For about a minute I contemplate using a sharpie as eyeliner but the smell of it was enough to tell me not to put it anywhere near my eyes.
So now I’m sitting in the food court eating cinnamon toast crunch and wishing I was in bed. Anyway, how was your morning?
Moral of the story: don’t bother getting dressed up for school. It ain’t worth it.