The late early morning wake up...

[note from moe: second entry of my diary]
For some strange reason the ringing of the alarm clock never really awakened me. I heard its annoying bell going off and waking every single soul in the world but i couldn't get myself to get on my feet, take a shower, get ready for class and have myself maybe a big juicy breakfast before i go.
I managed to wake up around 7:30 and sluggishly made my way down the stairs, and into the kitchen wearing nothing but my boxers. I made myself a sandwich and at the same time ate a bowl of fried rice that my house keeper had made. After my small breakfast, instead of getting ready for my 8:30 class, i walked back into my room and just crashed onto my soft, warm bed and slept.
I was awakened by my mother whom awakened me in not the most subtle way; a method quite affective in my opinion because i tend to sleep like a rock.
Half asleep and still sluggishly moving about i managed to take a shower, which did nothing at all to wake me up. In fact it made sleepier, and eventually i found myself asleep under the nice warm stream of water.
I some how manged to wake myself up and get out of the shower and put some cloths on. I rushed down stairs while attempting to put all my books in my bag at the same time, and grabbed the cars keys and rushed out the door. I was greeted by the cool morning air and i just sighed to myself and said " here comes another day."