Twilight: The Art of Annoying Alarm Clocks

Friday, September 30, 2011

The Art of Annoying Alarm Clocks

Every morning starting from anywhere around 4:30 a.m. to about 5:30 a.m. my wonderful dad's alarm clock goes off. And it isn't one of the cool ones who gets gradually louder. NOOOO! This one is just annoying. It's the regular "Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEEEEP!" And he'll let it go off for roughly ten to twenty minutes at a time then it "snoozes" for another ten minutes and it repeats this AMAZING thing all over again till my dad decides at 7:30 a.m. to 8:00 a.m. that he wants to get up to go to work. Now I stayed up till 12:30 a.m. to catch up in my poem book and to only get 5 hours of sleep and still be this happy and awake is rare!!! That's all for now!

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My favorite lines (weeks 1-4)

Week1: How big a loser do you have to be to coast into high school popularity on your parents? Still, I couldn't afford to turn my nose up at any acceptance I won, no matter what the reasons were.
That day passed in a haze for me. I drifted in and out of sleep-at least, somethimse it was sleep. Sometimes it was unconsciousness. I couldn't tell the apart any longer.
That was then, this is now.
News flash: that's high school.
Week 2: The cliques had formed within a day, and I was caught exactly in the middle.
Vic stared at us. 'Wait are you guys freaking out about the whole vampire thing?
You saved my life, Lucas,' Balthazar said. 'I guess that I owe you one.'
Lucas's eyes narrowed. 'From where I'm standing, this is a really bad time, period.
Week3: During gym, I get hit in the head with a volley ball and he teacher lets me sit out of class. It's not like I was doing anything other than standing there staring at the net anyway. I prefer to think of it as multi-tasking since I was deep in thought, trying to remember some of my childhood wishes and playing volleyball, even if I wasn't actually hitting the ball with anything but my head.
'Gumballs. And a pony.' I jerk upright. 'Uh-oh.'
If she abandons me on my birthday, just about anything could be fair game, right?
I am so mad at Nicole right now. She should have arrived at least two hours ago, but there's no sign of her. I flip open my phone and send her another text, what must be the twentieth one tonight: Please tell me timmy fell down the well and you're busy rescuing him. Five minutes ago, I sent: Did the birds eat your trail of bread crumbs and now you're lost in the woods? Ten minutes before that, I sent: If you're late because Shia LeBeouf decided to join your dinner, I expect pictorial proof.
Week 4: I'd been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar.
I'm going to miss that doll
'Hel-lo,' she said. For somer reason, she always sounded put out, as if a phone call were the last thing on earth she wanted. I know for a fact that wasn't the case.
Bill took the top off the bottle with one finger and took a sip. I tried not to look, failed. Of course he saw my face, and he shook his head. "This is reality, Sookie,' he said. 'I need it to live.' There were red stains between his teeth. 'OF course.' I said, tryin to march the matter-of-fact tone of the bartender.