A Day In The Life of Xuan.
11 AM: Wake-up. Dear Diary. Did I miss the memo that says “upon waking up, young Xuan, you will inevitably be feeling crap”?
11:30 AM: Wake-up again. Actually get out of bed, fumble around for spectacles, and all the usual morning duties (brush les teeth, wash face, resist urge to pinch and squeeze at one particularly annoying pimple on the cheek, etc.). Stumble downstairs. Trip over father’s flip-flops on the bottom landing, swear at them repeatedly, and continue to the kitchen. Turn on the television and open lounge room blinds en route to said kitchen.
12 PM: Eat breakfast of French toast and a cup of tea. At lunchtime. Mustn’t forget daily dose of tea.
1 PM: Think about how school must be going for the unlucky kidlets still sitting in school. Start up the ten-year-old computer, which boots up remarkably fast, but then takes an age to do anything else.
2 PM: Open Word with high level of enthusiasm for novel-writing. Sign into MSN, find nobody is on, sign back out. Begin thinking about novel.
3 PM: Decide that novel is not worth pursuing, and close Word. Computer has a spaz attack due to old age. Leave computer to its silly antics, get changed, and head down to McDonalds.
3:10 PM: Arrive at McDonalds. Spend five to ten minutes deciding which unhealthy combination of food to order. Catch sight of friends sitting at nearby table, wave arms idiotically, scare the girl at the register and order something which should make me pack on 4 kilograms but won’t.
3:15 PM: Sit down with friends, catch up, discuss how everything’s going, how many exams were prospectively and terribly failed, etc. Also, eat. Yes, that’s important too.
4:15 PM: Return home. Father is still in bed. Plop down in front of the television (damn, I should’ve switched it off before leaving … *facepalm*), surf channels repeatedly with no interest, and switch it off. Retreat to computer, find it’s finally back to normal, and spend the next few hours wandering around teh interwebz with no direction.
6 PM: Turn television back on, and get the daily dose of The Simpsons, various meaningless soap operas, and now, new on Monday nights, ladles and jellyspoons, America’s Most Redundant Show. Juggle this fascinating period of procrastination (ah, but procrastination from what, precisely?) with more aimless Web surfing.
Sometime After Midnight: Drag self up to bed.
Holy crap, Batman! What an enjoyable life! Does anybody else ever get that horribly routine, systematic feeling from their lives? One day, just one day … I’ll go to KFC instead. Heh.
[#] Paddy, on November 23, 2007:
Haha I’ve never been able to stand a routine systematic life. The only routine thing in my life right now is a coffee before my shift starts! Bahh, I love yet hate KFC.
[#] Tracey, on November 23, 2007:
Sounds exactly like my days skipping school. That feeling = all the time. All the damn time.
[#] Owain, on November 24, 2007:
I think I have a similar Memo regarding my mornings.
[#] Kaylee, on November 27, 2007:
For some reason, eating at McDonald’s doesn’t make me gain weight, either.
I actually don’t mind routine, as long as it’s a pretty good one!