Wasted D:

This is the life.

Wake up at 9 am. Eat a slice of bread with choco cream which your mother left for you on top of the table. Go back to your room and write something on your journal. And you sleep. Sleep. Sleep. You wake up at 11 am and think whether you’ll take your lunch and go out of the house afterwards. But, you still sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep until it reaches 12.30 pm. And then finally you’ll decide that you’ve had enough sleep. And you eat your obento prepared by your mother. You eat it inside your messy room, which has gotten messier than ever. You eat your obento while listening to music from your laptop. And you take time eating the obento because basically everything’s carbohydrates—the rice, some spaghetti, and some baked potatoes. And you consider it a problem eating because neither the potatoes nor the spaghetti would neutralize the taste of the unsavory rice toppings. Your mind sings along with the songs playing, but your mouth never opens to sing. You end up eating within thirty minutes. You waste an hour thinking about everything you can think of. And then at 2 pm, you decide to start being functional. You start studying. Reviewing what you have learned. Writing and reading what’s inside of your textbook. And then you start studying something new. Until you’ve finished, you’ll realize 2 hours have passed. And you feel happy because you spent two hours being functional. And then, you reward yourself with an ice cream. And while you ate it, you write again in your journal. Write. Write. Write. Until you’ve created a haiku. And then, you’ll feel sleepy again. You’ll sleep for 15 minutes. And then you wake up because there’s some banging and clanging outside. But you’ll realize your saliva has spread over the left side of your face because of your hand. So you start cleaning it up you’ll realize you’ll have to go to the toilet again. And then in the kitchen, you’ll see your brother, but you won’t say anything. When you get back to your room, you’ll hear footsteps outside. Your brother’s. Going out for his part-time job. You get your laptop and connected the LAN cable. And then you check your mail for the second time hoping there would be something new. But you find none. So you reply to your mother’s mail. And then you find your best friend on line. And then you chat. And she tells you about one of the wasted days of her life. While you wait for her stories, you’re still working on your mother’s mail. And then you finally send it. And then you search something about DBSK. And why you just can’t get enough of them. But while you’re having fun searching for their songs and chatting with your BFF, your father comes inside the house from work. You say ‘okaerinasai’ as a welcome-back. And then you reply to one of your friends’ mail. And then you said goodbye to your best friend though it took some time. You go back to your room. Your father calls your sister to dinner. You hear this and go out too. You eat dinner. You watch a little TV. You take a bath. You endlessly watch DBSK’s videos. And then you feel the urge to write. So you write this. To tell the world how wasted you are for the day.

This is, in fact, the life.
The life that I don’t want.
Take my free time. Eat my free time. For free. No charge. Just take ‘em. I really really really won’t mind. D: