An Undertaking

This'll be fun.
Today's thingy for the Tumblr 30 Day Challenge is describe your day, in great detail.

Today probably wasn't exciting enough to be writing about in detail, but meh. The next one will be describe your week in great detail. What do I do with that? Do I wait a week and then describe? Or do I describe the preceding week including the day I just described. Probably the latter.

So, here we go.

Today did not start when I woke up. I, in fact, spent the first three and a half hours of today awake. My sister Tori and I sat in the lounge and watched four movies, one after the other. They were: Shrek 3, Eight Legged Freaks, The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (the book for which she'd read only half of, which is something I'm quite disappointed about) and Boys Don't Cry. I'm not quite sure why I stayed up so late. I could quite easily have gone to bed at 11 or 12, but something in my mind decided to deny me this. This isn't such a strange occurrence during my weekends. I'll be dog tired and yet stay up way later than necessary, and wake up the next day at a horrifically late time, usually somewhere around 2-3PM.

So we sat on the deep chocolate coloured three seater couch. I with Mum's laptop (forbidden, but she was in bed so ha), Tori with Ellie's fluffy blanket, and we watched these movies. I actually spent a lot of time on Failbook instead of paying attention, and so maybe caught half of what was going on. Boy's Don't Cry, especially, had me confused when I jumped in pretty much half way through. I had no idea what had been happening for the last hour, and I didn't bother to find out. For some reason, looking at screen-shots of failed Facebookers was more interesting than watching Hilary Swank be beat about and raped.

At 3.30 I finally went off to bed. I actually spent a long time trying to get to sleep, despite how tired I was. It felt like I barely slept at all.

I woke up this morning at 10.10, and again at 12.49. I remember these numbers precisely. I read the first on my phone, and thought, I could do with another half hour or so, and then read the second and got mad at myself for having wasted so much of the day sleeping.
Of course, I wasted most of the day anyway. It's really not that interesting. I got up, got dressed, had breakfast/lunch (2 pieces of toast with peanut butter and a glass of milk), read 30-40 pages of my current book (1984 by George Orwell), and then spent an hour or so on the computer while Mum did the grocery shopping in Marton.
At around 2.30 I went to my room and watched another Hilary Swank movie, P.S. I Love You. It's pretty good, but what I really like about it is that the guy who played Denny on Grey's Anatomy is in it. He was so awesome, but then he died :(
At, hmmm, 5PM? I had a shower, did some washing and tidied my room up a bit, and at 6 I came here, into the office, to see what was up with everyone. Mum and Tori were playing Scrabble on Facebook, which I watched, before kicking Tori off and checking my mail.

In the middle of the last paragraph (bout 7PM) Mum bought in dinner, which was roast chicken, baked potato and broccoli, which was yum. And so now here I am, writing this.

Told you it was a boring day. I mean, it's hardly in great detail, but pretty much nothing happened. It was just a really exceptionally boring weekend.

Doesn't mean I'm excited for school tomorrow, though.

:)