Day 2 - Part 1 - Memorytraining.

So. I wondered about it often, how someone can remember everything that happened in a day, without writing stuff down in between. Now I'm finally starting to get how in the world someone can do it.
*note to self: get some kind of notebook, that'll make things easier*

Here we go: Waking up is always hard to me, especially if I just let the alarmclock on and stay in bed for a few more minutes. Like this morning. 15 minutes late. It doesn't seem like a lot, but to me, it is. Becuase, for some reason, I can't be fast. I just can't hurry up. It frustrates me so often, yet I'm not able to change it.
Getting dressed is always my first step. Or, actualy, first going to the toilet and taking my meds, then get dressed. So I'm all packed up and wintry, and my mom tells me it'll be nice weather. Other shirt, other socks. Packing my backpack. I KNOW it's not right to leave books at home on purpose, but I didn't do my homework, nor the extra work for not doing it last time, so I left everything at home and told the teacher I forgot everything at home. I picked up a magazine and started reading, stupidstupid, but I guess I'm blaming the part of me that gets easily distracted for that.
Making breakfast, kissing my sister goodbye, yelling goodbyes to my mom upstairs, and leaving just 5 minutes too late... As always. So I'm racing to school. As always.
In time. On the edge, though, but in time. SPU. I had to had in a paper, some pictures and another paper. A week or longer ago. And I didn't. Luckily, we had a presentation, so the taecher didn't ask me anything. Yet. But I'm afraid what happens if he finds out I didn't do it. I think he will. And now I've got 2 ones on my list. And I don't know how to make it right again.
Yes, my day started awesome. *not*
Math's up next. Which was sort of ok. For math, that is. I always fall asleep in math class, because I can't work on, and I get the explanation in one, while the teacher explains like 3 times. So I got stuck on making sudoku's on my phone. My old, crappy, annoying phone which keeps me entertained during school time. I love that weird thing.
French was no difference. I lied about my books, got my phone out, looked in my friends book every now and then so I looked like I paid attention, played some other sudoku's and listened to all the test-checking crap. I got a 4.9. But I'm still sufficient.
Then there was the break. My sweet, lovely, much needed breaks. I absolutely LOVE them. Not like I eat or do anything, but just not being in class is good enough to me. A friend got me a Oreo cookie. Yummy :D
English. The most boring of all boredomnesses. No offense, I love the subject and our teacher is quite nice, but he just can't fill the lessons. Or keep any order, for that matter. And, really, his voice gets me on the edge of sleep all the time. More test-checking. More sudoku's. Off early, anyways, he skipped tutor class. Not like we ever do anything in there. Still, I was tired. And I was sick of school.
But I didn't go home. I went to a friend of mine. Yes, he's my friend. Even though he's 44. He's got the cutest daughter EVER, and his wife is very sweet. And pregnant again ;)
To be honest, we talked about sex. Not about how it is or what you're supposed to do, but about why people handle it like a forbidden thing. Teach those kids, damn it! Learn them how to prevent pregnancy. Tell them it's just normal, and learn them about condoms and concequences. It is a freaking normal thing. Everyone does it, did it, or will do it. So why pretend it's something sacred, scary, or even wrong? Gah, I can get SO mad at those kind of people.
And the pictures. There's always the pictures. I like it. My friend, he's an amature photographer, but he's pretty good. He's got boxes full of clothes he wants to put on people to make pics. Today, however, he had some things that look best without underwear. I don't mind, really, and I can always refuse, of course, but I liked to this time. It was... well, odd, to just put it out there. Nothing pervy, really, but it just felt weird to me. Must be because I've never done that before. But I must admit, he's right. I did look better without underwear. And really, they're all clean pictures. Nothing to see.
Going home after that. And not doing my homework, like I should. I just can't get myself to do it. I just simply CAN'T. And I hate that. Even with my meds, I can't just "decide" to do my homework. More stress later. More stress tomorrow. Insufficients. I know the consequences. If only I could make myself feel them.