I spend all week waiting for the weekend to relax, and just chill out. I have big plans for my weekend, what I'm going to accomplish, etc. Then the weekend rolls around, and I am unable to do just about anything.
Coming into this weekend I had high hopes of catching up on sleep, maybe get in a little bit of writing, check the off-campus book store to see if they had a cheaper book than the on-campus one for one of my classes, maybe see a movie, and definitely do some laundry. Looking at the list, it doesn't seem so hard. - I actually managed to do about half of it.
I didn't catch up on my sleep for various reasons, from room temperature to flow of consciousness. I didn't do any writing, though I have had plenty of opportunity, I even sat down once, but just couldn't think of what I wanted to do with it. I didn't make it to The Hill (west of campus, quasi-fun place.. with a bookstore), though I easily could've gone, it wasn't high on my list of things to do, nor have I felt like being outdoors all that much this weekend. I did see a movie, I saw the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen last night, it was okay, and provided me with new Sean Connery lines to impersonate. And laundry I accomplished easily yesterday, though I let them sit too long after removing them from the drier, so much of it is wrinkled. I despise my clothes being wrinkled, yet I don't know how to iron. Go figure.
I also wanted to clean my room, it is tidy, not clean. I would like to vaccuum it, but I don't feel the umph to get up, go check out a vaccuum, and actually do it.
What a waste of bloody time this weekend was. I almost feel as though I would've rather had classes and work both days, at least I'd make some money or learn something.
Though... I suppose I've had a few good weekends in a row, and I was do for a shitty one, so here it is. There's still 7 hours left, maybe it'll get better, though I doubt it. I just feel wasted (not in a drunk, or stoned sort of way), lacking energy, and motivation. Blah.
Coming into this weekend I had high hopes of catching up on sleep, maybe get in a little bit of writing, check the off-campus book store to see if they had a cheaper book than the on-campus one for one of my classes, maybe see a movie, and definitely do some laundry. Looking at the list, it doesn't seem so hard. - I actually managed to do about half of it.
I didn't catch up on my sleep for various reasons, from room temperature to flow of consciousness. I didn't do any writing, though I have had plenty of opportunity, I even sat down once, but just couldn't think of what I wanted to do with it. I didn't make it to The Hill (west of campus, quasi-fun place.. with a bookstore), though I easily could've gone, it wasn't high on my list of things to do, nor have I felt like being outdoors all that much this weekend. I did see a movie, I saw the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen last night, it was okay, and provided me with new Sean Connery lines to impersonate. And laundry I accomplished easily yesterday, though I let them sit too long after removing them from the drier, so much of it is wrinkled. I despise my clothes being wrinkled, yet I don't know how to iron. Go figure.
I also wanted to clean my room, it is tidy, not clean. I would like to vaccuum it, but I don't feel the umph to get up, go check out a vaccuum, and actually do it.
What a waste of bloody time this weekend was. I almost feel as though I would've rather had classes and work both days, at least I'd make some money or learn something.
Though... I suppose I've had a few good weekends in a row, and I was do for a shitty one, so here it is. There's still 7 hours left, maybe it'll get better, though I doubt it. I just feel wasted (not in a drunk, or stoned sort of way), lacking energy, and motivation. Blah.
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