(05-11-2016, 01:06 PM)Axari Wrote: It's more likely that a fairy @Customer would come down on my house and drop piles of anime smut DVDs on my awning, than it is for me to be on time.

(05-11-2016, 01:10 PM)Skullmeat Wrote: The @Customer anime smut dvd fairy? This would be amazing. Make it happen.

(05-11-2016, 01:06 PM)Axari Wrote: The alarm goes off. Bleary-eyed, I look over to my alarm clock, a 1980s model Sony "Dream Machine", the same alarm clock my father used before me, the hand-me-down that has been thrown off numerous nightstands in numerous states. The trusty clock informs me it is 5:00 AM.
When 2+2 is equal to 4, I am very tired. I press snooze 4 times and push the clock off the nightstand, as per usual.
6:00 AM; Shit, running out of time. In a desperate panic I get up and reset the alarm clock, placing it back onto my nightstand.
I stumble over to the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. 5 out of 6 times, I will just sit on the floor for 10 minutes, trying to regain my bearings and composure. Eventually satisfied by my meditation, I stand, which usually throws me off balance and makes me lean upon the counter. After a few long and drawn out breaths, I begin to brush my teeth, wash my face, and dry myself.
By this time it is 6:15 AM. The time is closing in, and I haven't completed my mental morning checklist. Shit! Every single day, the same story. Why should I even be surprised? I've felt this panic for years, yet it always surprises me I'm running late. It's more likely that a fairy @Customer would come down on my house and drop piles of anime smut DVDs on my awning, than it is for me to be on time.
Shaking aside this momentary panic, I go to my closet and stare. Internally, I wonder to myself why I don't buy more clothes. Truth be told, I'm just lazy and I hate shopping. I have 7 different pants, and 15 different shirts. Some quick multiplication tells me that there are 105 different combinations I can use. So, I have one outfit to cover 29% of the year, which is okay. This is how I justify not shopping for clothes. But never do I sequentially wear the same outfit twice, for some reason. It's just forbidden in my internal judgement system. A simple compromise is that I add 3 sweatshirts to the mix, multiplying the amount of combinations by 4 (No sweatshirt, sweatshirt #1, sweatshirt #2, sweatshirt #3.) This brings the amount of possible combinations to 420, which is more than enough for the entire year. It also allows for plenty of unused combinations that I can save for special occasions.
After I get dressed, I prepare my bag, grabbing my beat up laptop charger, and unwavering workhorse of a laptop, that has suffered years of abuse, shoving both into the abyss of one of the compartments. Snug, I realize I'm hungry.
But I have to leave! It's already 6:25, and I need to be at my stop at 6:30. Hurriedly, I grab some assorted food and shove it into my bag. "This will do," I say to myself.
Time slows down, I charge out of the door at full speed, sprinting to my stop, which is a total of three blocks from my home. Panting and leaning over, usually with my neighbors looking at me in mild amusement, I stand straight and check my phone. 6:28 or 6:29, depending on how much energy I had this morning, and how much I wagered I could lose.
Similarly to a metronome on perfect rhythm, the clock strikes 6:30 and the bus immediately wraps around the corner.
A 25-minute bus ride later, I am in front of my place of education, a beautifully designed high school, with a repulsingly non-caring student base, which occasionally includes myself.
I get to my first period classroom, which is usually empty, as everyone else mingles with their companions in the halls before the beginning of class. Seeing no point in this charade, as my friends cluster around me in my first period, I always head into the classroom early. There is only one other person there usually, a quiet booky student, or nobody at all.
I set up my laptop on my desk, connecting its charger to the nearest wall socket. I also produce the food I had hurriedly packed before my way out the door. Sitting down, bags under my eyes, drained of energy, and having a six hour day ahead of me, as per the usual, I begin to eat my food and browse Sinisterly, taking solace in the fact that I had at least completed my daily goal of arriving to learn.