MY NORMAL LIFE

I let out a breath of air as I placed the last of the boxes onto the floor of my newly shifted into apartment.

The small one bed room apartment seemed oddly comforting and inviting, even when it was completely bare of any of my possessions, except for the boxes lying

on the ground beside my sneaker clad feet.

I was exhausted simply from grabbing the boxes from the car to the apartment and back. Now I had to decorate it as well,Why the hell did I have to move?

Three and a half hours later my new home was somewhat decorated and the rest would have to wait for later.

I never really was much of a doer more like a procrastinate the hell out of every single thing you can.

Tomorrow being a Sunday gave me a chance to sleep in and relax and that was exactly what I was planning to do.

I seriously needed to catch up on my shows so binge watching all my favourite shows on Netflix was on my to do list for tomorrow.

Going to the bathroom I took a quick shower and then quickly changed into some comfortable clothes which consisted of black sweatpants and a baggy t shirt while my chocolate brown hair cascaded down my back in unruly curls.

I just knew I looked beautiful,sarcasm intended.

I quickly climbed into bed i snuggled into the comfy sheets and thought of the past week that had gone by.

I had sent out my CV to a number of different companies and places, desperate for a job I had even sent one to Alex & Co enterprises.

I snorted at the thought of me working there knowing I had no way in hell of getting a job there especially with those up tight aristocratic businessmen. 

Maybe I was being a bit prejudice but my past experience with people left a bad taste in my mouth but in my line of work it was impossible not to be surrounded by people like those.

I could only wait and see and I mean I was bound to get a job after applying to so many places well I hope so. If not that then I guess I have to get ready to start flipping burgers because I definitely don't have the flexibility nor the confidence to become a stripper. Life is such a pain in the backside sometimes. 

I groan as the bright light of the sun hits me full on in the eyes.

Rolling over I grab my pillow to cover my face and try to settle in to sleep again but give up after ten minutes of me not falling asleep. 

Reaching my hand out I grope my bedside table till finally my hand lands on the cold metal of my phone. 

I grab onto it and wince at the bright light that emits from it before wincing again at the time on the phone. 

Why the hell am I awake at nine in the morning on a freaking Sunday. 

Mentally berating myself I craw! out of my bed and to the bathroom where I take a shower and brush my teeth. 

I pad into my room with my towel wrapped securely around me as I go to my wardrobe and quickly pull out a pair of track pants and a fitted tank top. 

I throw my hair into a ponytail not bothering to do much for it as I know I won't be going anywhere. 

Not that I don't have friends or anything but I'd much rather stay at home and watch gossip girl. 

I go over to my small compact kitchen and quickly make myself breakfast which I scarf down like a starved animal when I realize I hadn't eaten dinner last night. 

Upon cleaning the dirty dishes I decide to decorate my apartment some more knowing I won't have enough time to do so further on in the week as I'll be going around job hunting some more.