Yesterday morning, it was around 7:15, so that means I should’ve been getting ready for school. But no. Where was I? Still laying underneath the covers trying to pretend the day wasn’t going to exist. Then I hear the knock on the door and it’s my brother. My brother is not a morning person and I haven’t seen him before 11 on weekends so this was an amazing thing to witness. He comes in carry a hash-brown thing from McDonald’s. I thought he was going to be his usual self and be all “Ha ha! I have a hash-brown and now I’m going to eat it!” But low and behold, he asked if I wanted it. Being the teenager I am, I graciously accepted the food and then started to get ready for school.

That’s it. The story of how the only time I had an actual “breakfast” this week was from my 23 year old brother deciding to be nice. 

I really don’t want to write this paper.

Here, have some random gifs.