Sunday

I think Sundays are very depressing days for me. They're like a shock back to reality. Usually Friday I come home and flop on my bed and do nothing or go see a movie with a friend or waste my life on the Wii Fit. (Ten total hours, woot!) And Saturday, I usually do a few chores, homework, go for a walk maybe, and continue to waste my life on the Wii, or read, or play old-school Crash Bandicoot games on the Playstation.

But Sundays kind of suck. I have been having a trend where I have the most wonderful dreams on Saturday nights that I would do anything just to go back. And waking up is depressing. Then I have to do some more chores, probably go to church, do more homework, probably yardwork too, then the next day is Monday.

I don't get it. I spend my whole week wishing it was the weekend. I'm struggling through every single day, just wishing it to be over.

I'm told that your teenage years are the best years of your life and that you'll be wishing them back later. I certainly am not wishing them back now.

Life is kind of confusing. Blaring hormones make it hard for you to tell the difference between what matters and what doesn't. I know my life doesn't suck but it's not really how I'd like to go on.

But then, I don't know how I want to go on about my life. I'm not that much of a party animal, I wouldn't want to be around people every day. I just don't know. I don't want to do nothing because that would be boring. I'm just stressed out every day and it's kind of getting old. I work best under pressure but now doing anything less than my best is like doing horrible. Did I set myself up for this?

Ugh.

See "wrong exit" post. *sigh*


While I'm here...

Ten things I love love love:


1. Climbing trees and sitting there.

2. Blowing bubbles.

3. Alternative music. Rock, mostly.

4. Playing something on some instrument and just letting my fingers fly without worrying what it sounds like.

5. The sound of applause.

6. A's. And art.

7. The smell of old books, even though it usually sends me sneezing since I'm allergic to dust. But that's okay. Also with old books, the crinkling of their spines and pages.

8. Curling up under a blanket on a rainy day (like this) with a cup of tea and a book.

9. Driving with the windows down and the music pounding.

10. Not caring what anyone thinks about me.