This morning, I woke up feeling extremely grumpy. For one thing, I hate waking up at 5am. It's just like waking up for school, and I'm not exactly a morning person. I love getting up at around 8am, because early morning, it's so much fun to just sleep in; snuggled under a warm blanket, embracing my favorite pillow, and enjoying the cold dewy air.

Anyway, every Tuesday, I am obligated to wake up at 5am. My dad's a pastor. On Tuesdays, they have this thing called Dawn Watch. It's held in the church frrom 6am-7am, and it's really cool because there's praise and worship at the beginning, then a speaker gives out an encouraging slash inspirational message for about 30 minutes, and then you pray throughout the remaining time. The church decided to have it at 6am, because they believe that we should make it a point to put God first everyday.

Since my dad's a pastor, he has to go-- but he likes it very much. My dad and my mom love to go, and they bring me with them. I on the other hand, don't like it very much. I don't like getting up that early, therefore I grumble a lot in the car. Oh sure, I realized that an hour of prayer wouldn't hurt, and besides, I get to reflect and meditate and talk to God. But the thing is, right after Dawn Watch, my parents have meetings, so I have to go to the office with them and wait until 9am, then one of them usually brings me home. My siblings both have work, so my parents don't bring them along-- just me.

I get bored a lot (I'm actually in the office, blogging, as we speak) and really restless. I get even more crabby, beecause if I didn't have to wait until 9am, I can go back to sleep. That's how much I value my sleep. Sometimes Joaquin goes here to keep me company, and we go to Starbucks right across the street to have breakfast or milk (I'm not a coffee drinker) and things like that. But it happens occasionally because Joaquin does not go very often.

I complained to my mom about this, and she seemed slightly annoyed. I guess it's because I sounded incredibly selfish and 'whiney', but I couldn't help it. I brought along my SAT book so I have something to do while waiting, but my brain's not really in a 'studying-mode', and I've been doing some of the problems half-heartedly, so I decided to blog first. I need to vent out some of my feelings to stay on track.

Later, Joaquin and I might go to Eastwood to play billiards and eat. It's 7:45 now. An hour and a few minutes to go. I'll probably manage. I better go work on my SAT and do something productive while waiting.

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