Sometimes I feel great, but sometimes I feel like crap. Usually I spring out of bed like they do in those happy commercials... knowing there's probably lots of chicks, games, and happiness ahead. Somehow I convince myself of this most of the time, but if I don't, I usually get up anyways because I'll probably get bitched at by my Physics teacher by the time I get to class. And yeah, without my alarm clock there's a noticable difference.
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