Cats, Mornings, Occasional Rains, and Mornings again

I've been trying to walk like a cat for these past few weeks. Being conscious about being double weighted is harder than I think. As I grow more conscious about being double weighted, the more my movement is slowing down. Not good at all for a cat is never slow.

Got a so-called "job" for this particular Saturday. I was at the registration table for my mother's training event. I was also in-charge of picking up the food. Tiring, for we had to prepare very early and the event was wrapped up at almost 6pm. And I hate how I'm kind of starting to hate mornings.

Sunday was as exhausting like the past few ones. Sundays are the only remote thing I do that includes socializing with people, the very reason I always look forward for it. And as usual I fucked up again. Not good at all. The days are often graced with heavy rains during afternoons, specifically during 5pm on-wards.

The Monday sickness spell was dominating my whole entire being for the rest of the day. From the usual blab with the parents on the breakfast table up to being rain soaked when I got home. Accomplished something though, got the list of required papers for my enrollment on a foreign language class.

Have done the Tuesday laundry. The sun was forgiving that all of the clothes I've washed are now wearable. Morning was kind of quiet for the folks at home are all occupied with something. I wish it's always like this. Got my clearance but not without my mother making a scene at the office. The staff are idiots that's why I don't feel embarrassed with what my mother had made out of it. I'm cool with that and I got my clearance. It didn't ended as what I think it would, I didn't get enrolled, because I still need a certified true copy of my college grades from the registrar. No, not good. At all. But, my high school transcript will do. Another proof that I'm still in luck. Loving the portrait of myself, I haven't have a decent ID picture in years. Goodness, I look human this time. Got rain soaked again but this time including my shoes. Its flooding everywhere.

Mother has a very subtle way on saying to me about how I am "an inch towards being useless" in waking me up in the mornings, like this morning for instance. I am about to go get my transcript of records and she is about to go to an interview and we have to get prepared early. I'm still tired and getting up is the least thing I want to do.

Da is getting on to my nerves also. Goodness, every little detail shall be processed in his capable brain. As if that he is that very good detail-minded. Ugh, clashed with him about my statement with a suffix "What's the problem about it"? He went berserk. I don't want to continue my trend of thought about it for I may not be entirely pleased. I have work to do and my sister and I have an interview at 7pm later. I should be prepping up myself now.