Early, schmearly.

Every single day I wake up at like four. It's mosly because I have a butt-load of homework to do that I couldn't finish the night before. But, whatever. I still get up before any normal human should. Then I go to school, go to the gym for like an hour and half and four days out of the week I go to work till ten, and come home to do homework. But don't worry, that's not what I'm complaining about.... I hate that on the weekends, when I finally might get a day off, a day to sleep in, my mom wakes me up for stupid reasons. She barges in my room yelling 'rise and shiiiiine!' And procedes to tell me that breakfast is done... at seven thirty in the morning. WHAAAAT?! I don't care, I'll eat it later. I just want to sleep. And if it's not my mom coming to wake me up, it's my nephew or niece... 'Aunt Jooooordan! Let's watch mickey!' I love them to death, but the last thing I want to do on a saturday morning (other than wake up mad early to eat) is to watch mickey mouse. And when I went to take a nap after eating and reading a book for a little bit, I got in trouble for being lazy. Lazy?! I only got six hours of sleep. And it's saturday... who cares! I think that everybody should start their days an hour later from now on. Instead of school starting at seven, it should start at eight. Suprisingly I am more of a morning person, that is unless you wake me up for somthign stupid. I'm done venting. And I'm going to the gym with my best friend. Yay for jump roping and yogaaaaa!