Less Than Ideal.

I'm drinking tea again!

Ohhh yes, I sure am.

Having been living off of coffee from Starbucks and McDonald's for the past month or so, a tiny sip of tea is as refreshing as refreshing can get.

After waking up from a nap, I was cranky and still extremely sleepy. Daddy asked me if I wanted some tea, and I swear, my heart skipped a beat or two. Failing to make words come out of my mouth, I nodded my head, eyes wide with disbelief. Tea was re-entering my life!

As Daddy promised, two cups of tea were waiting for me when I got out of the shower. The first cup, I gulped. This, I realized, was a mistake. First, my poor tongue got scalded. And second, it all went down so fast I couldn't savor a drop. Learning from my mistakes, I waited until feeling came back to my tongue before I held the second cup up to my lips.

Needless to say, it was...incredible.

Nothing can beat coming home from a rough day to a welcoming cup of tea.

And a rough day, indeed.

It wasn't as if anything horrendous occured, but overall, it wasn't exactly...ideal. Let's start with last night, shall we?

For the past three weeks or so, I have been having trouble falling asleep. Or staying asleep. (Just sleeping in general, I guess.) Last night was no exception. Finally falling asleep at three, I was forced to wake up a mere four hours later. Taking out the rag curlers in my hair, I realized I looked like the asian version of a Shirley Temple-Poodle mix. Yes, it was that bad. After messing with it for about fifteen minutes, I gave up and headed off to school.

I suppose my hair wasn't that disastorous, because I got a few nice compliments about it. God, I love my friends.

My hair might have turned out alright, but my brain wasn't working the way it usually does. Normally, I'm a science maniac. Call me a nerd if you must, but science and I "click". Exception: today. Physics was being difficult, and just refused to click with me. Oh lord, that was the worst hour of my life. It felt like I missed a week of classes and just got tossed back in. Ugh, let's not even talk about that.

Fast-forward a few hours and I'm sitting in Spanish. We played this ridiculous vocabulary game, and our team got creamed. Three teams. Score: 25 vs 24 vs14. Guess which team I was on? Yah. Alright, next.

Musical rehearsal. This, I enjoyed.
Like I mentioned before, today wasn't all that great. But Musical practice made it slightly better.
Today=hours of dance.
Now, I'm not a fan of physical activity, but by 3:00 PM, I had enough frustration to last me for a two-mile sprint. Thank the lord, for our choreographer. He work us hard, and while I was complaining (in harmonic unison with the rest of the cast) during the hour-long warm-up, I realized (afterwards, of course) that a killer workout was what I needed.

Frustration level down, however, lead to mental exhaustion.

After I arrived home from rehearsal, I ate a bucketful of food, then headed off for my bed, where I dropped dead.

Only to wake up an hour later.

That was the jist of it, but it was sugar-coated with drama. I avoid drama like the plague and yet, it still finds me.

Tea. I'll have more tea.