SOLT: Good Morning, I Feel Bad.

SOL; Morning, Remembering.
My eyes slowly open, I feel relieved that it's a Friday, sure I have a basketball game that I really don't want to go to; but it's all over. I rise slowly, happily, start off my day on the right foot. As I bring my foot down I step right on my backpack, then I remember. “Oh crap”.

It's pitch black as I slowly walk my way across my parents room towards my laptop, which my dad has been confiscating at nine-thirty every night because of my bad grades. Bad grades mainly because of moments like these, when I have to rush to finish everything. I sneak back to my room and flip open the screen, I open Facebook to get the science stuff and I rush to work. I had promised to work on this, so I was going to. I've always felt much more responsible when I am in a group, like I HAVE to finish the work, no matter what, so I will. I've got a lot of stuff to do, but my advantage over my team-mates is that I am much better at English, therefore I can write nearly nothing but make it sound profound and thorough (kinda like what I'm trying to do right now).

Finished, it's taken me only twenty minutes, but it's all good. Thank god I did one of the chemical reactions last night. Only one problem though, what do I do to pass the time now? I go on Skype, just to check what idiocies had gone down and then I see it. A link, a link to Miguel's blog.
Blog, blog, blog, blog, blog. Why did I have the feeling I was forgetting something? Then, for the hundredth time this morning, I remembered.