Monday, March 11, 2013

rockin' it, yo.

Danielle found this for me today and let's just get it out there: this is me.  I'm not really a morning person. I mean I am, but I'm not.  It's just that you had better not bother me during my first 20 minutes of being awake.  Once I've been up for a while, I can handle the world.  I mean, I do work at 7:30 am and so far no one has told me I look and/or act like the Grinch.  But that first little bit: I don't want to talk.  Let's just have silent time. But for reals.  Also, another thing about mornings: morning light.  I literally cannot think of anything (at the moment) that bothers me more than disgusting morning light streaming through the window.  I'm sure there are people out there who think it's the greatest thing and I totally support that.  I don't even know why I hate it so much, it's just that it's like bright light burning my eyes out and girl can't handle that.  Afternoon light and evening light?  I'm a huge fan. It's just that morning light junk that can go hang out at someone else's house, thank you very much.

As far as being a night owl, no can do.  First of all, have you ever tried to watch a movie with me?  I mean, I'm reeeeally trying to get better at it, but it's still a struggle.  If you give me enough room to lie down while watching a movie, I can almost 100% guarantee you I will fall asleep.  Plus, night time is hard for me.  We're talking like if there isn't enough light, there's basically no hope for me.  Identifying humans from a distance in the dark is pretty much a lost cause.  Trying to identify colors in the dark is a waste of time (e.g. playing Mastermind with Danielle on a Saturday night (call us party animals) in our dimly lit apartment last year and me struggling to tell the difference between blue and green).  Also, don't wake me up after I've fallen asleep during the movie unless you want to meet grouchy face.  Because grouchy face is always around when I am awoken from my slumber and it's still night time.  I mean, we're talking furrowed eyebrows and frowning face and no words coming out of my mouth until you get the dang heck out of my face. Also, everyone should go to bed at 11 pm at the latest. I mean, I think it's in the best interest of everyone ever, seeing as we would all get enough sleep that way and we wouldn't be tired and grouchy in the morning.  Plus, productivity for me decreases by about ONE MILLION percent, so it should just be required that everyone go to bed at 11 pm.  Please and thank you.

BUT. The middle of the day. Oh man, I can rock that, not a freaking joke.  I OWN daytime. In fact, I've been told on many occasions that I talk and laugh way too much and too loud and "when do you breathe? or "how are you this chipper so early in the morning?"  I embrace the daytime, baby.  In fact, I could do an interpretive dance right now to show my appreciation for the daytime. Daytime is the greatest and daytime is for talking! And laughing!  And joking! And love! And joy! And sunshine!  And sparkles!  And all other things that in anyway relate to happiness!  And if I don't talk in the morning and I really don't want to talk at night, I should have every right to talk as much as I dang want to in the middle of the day!  Plus, sometimes I tell jokes and come one now. Who doesn't love a good joke, AM I RIGHT?!

So let me know if you would like to chat, but only if it's after 7 in the morning and before 11 pm at night.

Oh, but p.s. You know how the picture says I can rock 11:30 am like nobody's business?  Well that's true, but the time I rock even more than that is 11:27 am.  Birthday time, baby!  Best time of the day!  (And no, 11:27 pm is not nearly as cool because we're all supposed to be asleep, remember?)

Over and out, home slices.


Samanila said...

I feel like this picture just sums it up :D

Unknown said...

I LOVE LOVE LOVE morning light.

Shannon Mashinchi said...

You are speaking my language there lady! I feel ya!