A Life In The Day Of Me :: Papers

A Life In The Day Of Me My bewilder knocks. The door opens. Bright light blasts into my consciousness I cannot see. I leap out of bed to reduce the longing to contribute and the cold hits me similar a slap. As you can probably tell, I am not a morning person - I neer stand been. I have learnt to hate them over the years. We have never had heating on until Mid-November because my parents insist that they cant afford to heat the whole house. This makes mornings a nightmare Once Im up, I can just about manage. I dress and eat breakfast to symphony. Music is a significant intimacy for me. My parents used to be in a band together and my arrest is still trying to get a record-deal. She always likes to think of herself as a young and trendy mum. She is really into the house and garage music scene, but meIm a different story. Everyone in my family has opposite views on music. My mother and one of my little sisters, Heidi, like pop and garage music. My f ather, my youngest sister, and I like rock and Heavy Metal. This causes terrible arguments over what to listen to in the motorcar or whilst eating dinner. However, the one band that we all agree on is Nirvana. I am a massive fan of Nirvana and have flags and posters of them all over my room. This is why I listen to Nirvana in the mornings - because nobody minds. By the time I get to school, I am (almost) fully awake. I have to walk to the station and get the check over to school so I arrive at school looking like Ive been up for ages. Once I get my brain in gear it doesnt slow down. I constantly think - about everything I occasionally come out with a random comment, completely mop up the subject because Ive been thinking about it while everyone else is speaking. People have thusly got the impression that Im slightly mindless because I never know what great deal are talking about.