Filed under: TripleTrivia
First of all, let’s establish how much I hate that overused term, “Day In the Life.” Just the overusedness of it resembles bear arse. But, you know, it works conveniently, considering. So. Day in the life of a triplet. For all you triplets out there, you might know this, but you know–the majority of you all (who I’m thinking aren’t triplets) might want to know this. Maybe the next time you pass triplets, you might consider that they probably know that they look alike, talk alike, maybe even dress alike (but that’s a little creepy). Actually, as a side note: I knew other triplets when I was younger. I think we were friends, but I really don’t know. Maybe our moms were friends, I really have no clue. So. Tangent! Anyway, DAY IN THE LIFE:
You will first wake up at maybe six or seven to get ready for school. Three cheers for the downfall of all things good on God’s Green Earth! At about 7:30 you’ll be eating a delicious breakfast staring across the table at… a person who looks oddly a lot like you. Now it’s about 8:00 and you’re late for school. You hurry and get out of the huge black mini-van and hope that you’re not late. At about 8:15 you arrive at your first period, late. No surprise there. First period’s done. Go to second period. Stop for a second as some annoying kid attempts to crack a joke about… the multiple people who look freakishly a lot like you. They laugh. You don’t. Walk to second period. Nutrition.
Eat food. Or not. Talk, laugh. Pause in your daily routine as someone tries to figure out which ‘one’ you are. Smile and proceed to follow the script you’ve practically memorized: Smile. [laugh] “No. [laugh] Yeah, that’s Siena. No. Not her, that’s Gabby. I’m Bella. No, not Gabby. That’s Gabby. [smile] It’s okay. Yeah. You almost go it that time!”
Yay for repetition, all! Anyway, what else? Oh! Fourth period. Stop with a popular girl who laughs really high-pitched and comments (as if she’s found the meaning of life) in an awed tone about how “you guys look soooo like, alike.” [insert high pitched laughter here] Which is fine. I don’t mind. Lunch. Hang out with friends, congratulate that one girl from yesterday who memorized your names (now all she has to do is match the names to the faces!!), smile a lot. Don’t forget to laugh. Fifth period; AKA advisement. With the creepy lady who yells at you, **Mrs. Barbie. She laughs at a lot of random stuff and talks to herself. Get freaked out. Go to sixth period. Almost fall asleep. Talk to the girl next to you about how–yes! you look like your other twins (errorerror). Laugh. Smile. Laugh some more.
Seventh period. Thank you O, Lord! Ignore the two guys who converse (a bit too loud) about how there are always one hundred of you and how weird it is. Thanks to the girl next to you who corrects them and says that I only have two other sisters. Tell girl how in three days you are going to DisneyLand for your birthday! Go home. Eat. Sleep. Veg out (new saying). Sleep. Repeat. (:
**all names changed for legal purposes and all this stuff i totally forget. so let’s just say legal purposes and privacy.
