When you were away.

If the McDonald's apple pie was to have a match against KFC's apple turn-over, then KFC's would win hands down. Like I'm not even kidding you. Ok, so enough about that. Well my parents departed a week early for the Philippines, and lemme tell you, the house is a pig-sty. My brother and I did some food shopping today, we mainly bought packaged stuff, well I did anyway. So, so, baaad. Therefore here is a list of things I must nail before the end or during the weekend (or as fast as possible, really). But there will be things listed that I just need to get done in general:

*Take clothes out of my bin, hang all clean clothes scattered everywhere.
*Organize jungle of a closet
*Get the dishes done and kitchen sparkle clean
*Try to clear away mess in the bathroom (And whatever that weird blue stain in the sink is)
*Collect all dirty laundry and wash them
*Work-out, gyming, and do ALL homework after school
*Wake up to alarm! (Why isn't it working? It's activated)
*Stop buying junk food
*Clean jungle of a room
*Buy notebook and index cards
*Pay for PSAT
*Assemble outfit before the morning to avoid rushing in the A.M.
*Get haircut done by Karen
*Get my priorities straight! (cause if I was on an alcohol test, I'd walk that line in circles. And not even perfect circles! Circles that look like shit.)

Like fuck, it's like waking up with a hangover in the morning. And even though I know this, somehow, I ain't stopping. I feel like I'm a drug addict or something, because my habits dominate me so much. I pass time, and let the stress come rolling on down later. Shiiit, all I wanna do is make music. Deep, deep, raw music. I don't know how imma make it. I know it's bad for me, but I go on with it like a well-oiled machine. And just to prove that to you, I'm probably not even going to follow through on this damn list. I'm no good for myself.