5:15. I am growing to hate that time, when my alarm goes off, and I realize that I am up before the sun has even started to think about getting up. It is a rather depressing thought. I woke up before my alarm this morning, and just laid in bed waiting for my alarm to go off, cursing whatever God's might exist and hate me so much. As soon as the ringtone went off on my phone, I dragged myself out of bed (I oh so smartly left my phone on my desk last night so that I had to get out of bed to turn the alarm off) turned on the lights, grabbed the phone, and got back in bed. After sending a rather lovely wake up text, I pulled out my English book, and started reading.
It wasn't nearly as dark as it was yesterday morning, which is a nice change. I like to fool myself into thinking that I can see the sun as I walk to the bus stop (if there isn't a lot of smog...) This morning, there seemed to be smog everywhere, but I really couldn't tell, because everything had that grey haze that come up in the morning in Beijing.
I watched my bus pull out of the bus stop this morning before I even got there. Fortunately, the next one was only a minute behind the first one, and I even got a seat. It was amazing. That never happens to me. I got to school at about 6:45 (I had already been up for an hour and a half, how gross is that) and I wasn't even the first one to school. Chris was already there, and Julia came up the stairs shortly after me. Chris had brought cookies and banana bread for me (his grandparents sent it to him from America, and he was sharing) and that was quite a nice way to wake up.
I finished all of my homework, and was ready
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I continue to be impressed by how early you are getting up and being productive. I even thought about you this morning when my alarm went off at 5 urging me to get out of bed and get to a 6am yoga class but Riki convinced me to turn it off and keep sleeping until 7....
Maybe tomorrow i will be as kick-ass as you...
You wish.
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