day: fourteen

Weekends can be so draining. It's Saturday and I'm waking up at 6am when I've set my alarm at 9am. The normal people would usually wake up 5 minutes before their alarm, but I wake up 2 hours and 55 minutes prior to them.

Then as usual I would go back to sleep (because I actually need it). The night before I set my alarm tone to something that would make my ears bleed if I let the tune go off for too long. Somehow my instincts told me to immediately turn it off as soon as it rung, whether I was half awake or not. Then I did the "I can just nap for like 5 minutes or so" and slept until 11.

Not having completed my homework the night before, I shat myself*. Well, in the end they all let me off for doing some scrawny drawing of a sword for a "Macbeth promotional poster" and I had a substitute for science tutor, which was a total relief since I didn't even know what questions to do. Sometimes I do think there's a God out there...

Back to home at 5pm and I couldn't feel more tired. Maybe nibbling on some sugar till I started buzzing might be a good idea for some energy? But sour snakes were the closest thing. We all love sour snakes, don't deny it. Because I will hunt you down and force you to eat sour snakes until you like them^. At least I mustered up the energy to complete my other set of tutor homework that was due tomorrow. Gosh, I've got English to do! Maths to see! So little time! I managed to get it done with the help of some helpful friends. I still can't get the image of "The Matrix" out of my head when doing matrices. I haven't even seen the movie from start to end.

Well at least my day didn't entirely revolve around maths and tutor and complications with my alarm. It did, however, revolve around the reminiscence of The Saddle Club. I know I'm a guy but no doubt I was a sucker for almost any show when I was a kid. Now that I think about it, The Saddle Club was cool back then. Horsey this horsey that, daddy I want a pony. No, I didn't ask dad for a pony covered in pink, but I surely wanted to at least ride one without dying (that episode where the girl fell of that horse that went bonkers totally freaked me out) and I still do wanna ride one.

I didn't get to ride one on school camp though, it was so unfair how we were the only group who missed out on horse riding. At least we didn't have a risk of falling off and hurting ourselves (that actually happened to someone). They smell like shit though, no offense. Or maybe there wasn't enough space in the stables? Regardless, it was quite a stench when we were on our way back from bushwalking.

I really do love looking back at the kiddy shows we watched. But nowadays, casting is terrible and I only ever love the original. Take Bananas in Pyjamas as an example. Animation is a whole wad of crap. The characters don't even look vaguely similar anymore. The 00's were so fun back then...

So the moral of today is:
• Hello world, this is me
• Life should be
• ooh ooh yeah, fun for everyone^^

* It's a derogatory figure of speech, what else do you expect from a fifteen year old? Be happy I can be able to construct a valid sentence.
^ I won't actually do it, I'm too lazy.
^^ If you understood this, you are awesome.