Today started just like any other. I got up after my parents came in 12 times to wake me and stared at the enormous pile of dirty clothes I should've washed gosh knows when.

I'm a mess. This meaning, I spend way longer trying to find a decent outfit to wear to the place I really don't give a shit about.

Ah yes, what we teenagers like to call hell. Hell school. Nah, that's not very catchy, is it? In my town we call it Stony Brooke High School. Not Story Book, which would be really cute, even though we'd probably get sued by the OUAT franchise for it. Whatever. So yes, I live in Stony Brooke.
Long Island, New York. It's the place no one in the country recognizes by name. Unless you're a big drinker or we say the Hamptons is in it and it's near the city. Ah yes, New York City. I love it there, don't get me wrong, but when you've been there countless times you get really sick of seeing that naked dude who says he's a cowboy. Wayyy off topic here, aren't I? Honestly, this has nothing to do with my morning routine.
So, after being yelled at and threatened to have ice water poured on me (which has happened before because I sleep like a brick), I had my daily dilemma, well one of them that is; the clothes I have to wear because it's frowned upon to wear my old Wizards of Waverly place pajamas in public. I end up throwing on the hobo chic look. Which means I throw on an outfit that took me 30 minutes to pick out, but looks like I threw it on 4 minutes before school started.

The outfit you, ask? My Wizards of Waverly Place pajamas, of course! Haha I'm just kidding (I wish I wasn't.) They're in that dirty pile of laundry I keep saying I'll wash.

I actually "threw on" the only truly comfortable pair of skinny jeans I have and a tee with the school name on it with my fuzzy black cardigan from Forever 21. And it's not one of those ones that looks like someone killed Big Bird (chill guys, he's all good, well, as much as a big fake bird can be)

Clothes on, Check (re check before you go)
Hair Brushed, no because I have a blonde head of wavy curls that turn into a giant frizz ball if I brush it
Teeth brushed, Check, using my High School Musical Tooth Tunes toothbrush I got for Hanukkah like 8 years ago. (And there is NOTHING wrong with a 16 year old girl brushing her teeth while simultaneously singing "We're All In This Together" and trying her best not to spit all over the mirror)
Take medicine, Check
Eat nutritious breakfast aka PopTarts, Check
Feed the pets, Check
Throw shit in bag and pray you did your homework for first period, Kinda check
Hop in daddio's car and continue your daily conversation of how awful the radio hosts' conversations are, Check
And we're here. Hell school, nope, still sucks. That nickname and the literal thing itself.
Allons-y bitches