Meet my two favorite things: Pineapple juice in a jar (not urine, thank you very much) and my dying bonsai whom I unconsciously named Blister. Like from that song Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes. A song which I suddenly come across again after a few years and felt the need to repeat a hundred times, head banging to the beat, without noticing the annoyance of no one ever because, oh yeah, that’s right, I never go out of my room.
So, here I am, contemplating much about whether going out early morning everyday to jog or waking up well for school and sleeping ’til noon on weekends.
I don’t usually pros and cons my way to a good decision but right now I feel the importance to do so.
Early Morning Like 4am Jog Everyday
- I’ll have the right amount of exercise for my size and age.
- I’ll be alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic the rest of the day.
- I’ll be able to join my family for breakfast.
- Why even 4am, you ask?
- Because my dad joins me and he doesn’t approve of 4pm jogs.
- Because breakfast starts at 6am.
- And parents work at 7am.
- School starts 730am.
- My body clock wakes at 5am.
- Alarms don’t work ’cause I usually sleep late.
- Did I mention 4am?
Waking Up Well For School And Oversleeping On Weekends
- Get enough sleep.
- Get enough rest if I’m studying the night before.
- Or my usual sleeping late habits.
- I’ll be alive and awake in school.
- And will not grumpy face.
- Brunch on weekends.
- Dream time extension.
- Walking to school is exercise.
- Violent Femmes wakes me up on weekends.
OKAY, obviously an impasse is needed. *chuckles*
So, how about I do Jogging Whenever I Can Actually Wake Up That Early and Oversleeping ‘Til 9am For A Late Breakfast?
Good, yes? OKAY.
Priority is set, and I’m sure you’re wondering why a dying bonsai is a favorite thing of mine right now.
NO. No, it’s not because I’m irresponsible, which I’m not totally, that I do not water it twice a day that its leaves wilted. Pre-dying, that is, the bonsai was very beautiful and doing a good job doing nothing, sitting pretty for months. And then suddenly after much care of watering, it got cancer and is slowly dying…
Goodbye, Blister I Shouldn’t Have Named As Such.
Update: the inevitable has passed. R.I.P. Blister