Ever since it’s debut in my household, my cellphone’s tomfoolery has become well known among family members for doing things like setting my alarm off on weekends to wake my dad up, completely ignoring calls from my friends and family, and once in a blue moon, it will fail to go off entirely, leaving me scrambling to get dressed and ready for school. However, today it has finally crossed the line.
You see, when I set my alarm to five-thirty in the morning last Monday, I expected it to go off at five-thirty in the morning. And it did, the first four days. But today, by some happy miracle, it decided that two thirty in the morning was a much better time for me to wake up. Half asleep and feeling sick, I got up, took a shower, cooked breakfast, and thinking I was late, began sprinting around the house trying to get everything in my backpack. Positive I was late, I shouted a hurried, curse-ladden farewell to my family before running out the door, hoping to FSM that I wouldn’t miss my bus.
I then spent the next twenty minutes at my bus stop in near-blizzard conditions, texting Bri idiotic questions about when our bus might be arriving. Only the auto-text feature on my phone apparently likes “cup” better than “bus” so my texts came out to something like “We are taking the cup today, yeah?” and ” Did the cup already come?”.
Taking pity upon her idiot neighbor, Bri responded kindly by informing me that “It’s three in the morning”. The next few minutes was marked by laughter that probably sounded maniacal to my sleeping neighbors and the overwelming urge to cry.
That, my friends, is how you end up writing blogs at 4:34 in the morning.
