Morning, you are a dirty whore.

This morning, I literally rolled out of bed, changed, and rushed out the door.

Band practice (for school, I play alto saxophone) starts at 7:30, and I woke up at 7:15. I have serious issues with waking up in the morning. I just can't do it. I don't hear my alarm clock most days, and when I do, I turn it off and go back to sleep. However, if I do somehow get up early, I love it. I love the early morning feel with the sunrise and everything, but I just can't. I can't do it.

I just got a phone call saying that my yoga class tonight is canceled. Rejoice! I detest yoga, no offense to anyone who does it or likes it. I find it a bit boring. Well, at least my class is. You do the same stretches over and over, and I find myself staring at the clock all class. To tell the truth, it's only been one class, so it might get better, but as of now, I don't like it. I took the class just to be more flexible, and I have a goal to be able to do all three splits again by the end of this year. I used to be able to do all three, no problem, but now I'm not even close.

Weather: Warm, and when I say warm, I mean around 0°C - 5°C.
Mood: Very tired, relieved about the yoga class.
Snack: Gummy Worms. (:
Music: End of an Era - Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls
Book: Cue for Treason (for class), still.