Young and vivacious. I would like to say that I get up at 6am, go to the gym, make eggs over easy and have time to study right before my 8 am class. Realistically, clubbing until 2 in the morning, researching news stories, reading, and doing laundry fill the wee hours of the night for me.
I love late nights. Christmas lights, candles, and glow sticks make reality better than dreams. Running the track at night was always fun because I run awkwardly and the darkness of night was a great mask until trench-coat man came into the picture.
My friend used to pull me out of bed at 6am to go to the gym with her. My introduction to the cold, bitter mornings of Michigan in Santa sweats reinstated the careless sweatshirt wearing teen I always was. Thank goodness I look good without make up.
I thought that when I got to college I would get up super early, coordinate my clothes, straighten my hair and eat breakfast. Junior year came along and while I looked atrocious for my 8:30 class, after sweating it out in soccer, I had an hour to have my ideal morning for my afternoon classes.
But no matter how early I get up in the morning I always run out of time picking out an outfit. So my energy is better saved for the evening when I am in my pajamas, smelling minty and thinking more about how to craft the next sentences than dealing with a run in my pantie hose.
P.S. I reserve late afternoons for habitual naps because everyone else is in a rush anyway.