Monday again, why does it seem like it's always Monday? My life is an eternal wait for the weekend and an eternal disappointment as Monday comes for another round. It's not even as if my weeks are that hard, I have a lot of time in the morning to do whatever I need to. Maybe I am still suffering from highschool-itis. It's weird, I enjoy certain aspects of the week, like, I can't wait until Tuesday at 8, or swimming class on Monday and Wednesday, but as a whole, I don't enjoy the week. I think I must not look at things in their whole, but in their pieces. The same goes for the weekend. Monday isn't so bad. I have the morning to finish up the homework that I was too lazy to do the night before. Bio is really long, but not hard and most of the time it's kind of interesting. Japanese is Japanese, but swimming class is a lot of fun. That is the extent of my day, why do I worry about it and dread it so? Tuesday, Soc and American Experience, eh. Like the Buffy watching, can fall into a world that is not my own and everything is finished up in an hour. Wednesday, same as Monday. Thurday, same as Tuesday, but no Buffy, plus Japanese. Friday is a good day! Almost like a weekend, I like it. See, my week is not that strenuous, I really do have a lot of free time, I just don't get to use it because I am either sleeping or complaining that I don't have enough time. It's all in the attitute. Time Management again. I will conquer you!! I have lists, they will find your heart and stab at it!!