Digital DNA

Lomax, K

Saturday Morning

Alarm clocks are the devil; especially on Saturday mornings when I am forced to rise at 9:00 AM. My beauty rest has already been broken twice since the new day has started. First, I'm disturbed by a text message from my restless boyfriend at 1:27 AM and fell asleep on him mid-text. Then at about 4:38 AM the heavens decided to fill the sky with thunder and lightening. Storms are the worst way to be awakened.

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Breakfast Time

When I was younger, Saturday mornings usually meant: Grande Breakfast. Those were the good days because now I'm lucky to salvage one strip of bacon. So this Saturday morning I decided to whip some pancakes until I realized we had not one type of butter, non-stick cooking spray, or grease in the house. Burger King it is, at least their frappes are tastey.

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Working Woman

I work at Kentucky Fried Chicken, or KFC for short; it sucks, but is no different from any other fast food job. My co-workers are the only reason I come in with a smile on my face. We're kind of a family, some of us, and we try to make the best of a Saturday morning. Normally I'm there by 11 AM.

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Shopping Shopping Shopping

I get off of work at 4 PM, but can't relax because I need a pair of shoes for the homecoming dance by 8 that same night. It probably would've been a better idea to find those earlier, but I just decided to go to the dance last week. Did my mother intentionally give birth to a procrastinator? Last minute shopping is such an inconvience.

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The Spawn of Ellis

I absolutely adore my god-siblings. It's about 6 when my mother takes patrol over them for the night and next morning. These kids have so much energy that the government needs to consider them as a backup resource.

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Another Stop

Before I can go home to begin getting ready, I have to make one more stop. It's eyebrow threading, more like water torture. Beauty truly is pain, the outcome, however, is like God's glory raining down upon my face.

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Homecoming Dance

So the dance started at 8; I left the house around 8:30, which was close enough. I'm a bit exhausted, but it was my senior year and I was determined to participate in something school related. The music was mediocre. My hair, makeup, and wardrobe were well put together. I enjoyed the time with my homies and we definitely made the most of those few hours.

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Simmer Down

I stayed at the dance until it ended at 11 and my feet are killing me. Never again will I wear high heel shoes for 3 hours; actually, I most likely will continue to rock them. I walk through the door and my god-siblings are still wide awake. Time for the babysitting instincts to kick in. A warm bath and blanket always does the trick, but not quite all of it.

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Movie Time

A dark room always does two things: creates suspense and promotes sleep. In this case, it promoted sleep. The Ellis' have too much energy, but not enough to resist the pillow's whisper. Midnight is rolling around and I am finally able to rest my own head.

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Incoming Call

As previously stated, I was very tired, but of course I can't go to bed without something unexpected happening. It was a call from my boyfriend on this particular night and as sweet as a good night call may seem, I was a bit disappointed in my lack of ability to remain awake. My day must end because my new one began at 7 AM

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