It's Friday and I'm Bored.

There is a whole lot that I could be doing right now, but I'm sitting at church with the hope that something awesome is going to appear right in front of me, but it's not. It's dark and I'm alone and there are raging parties on every side of me and I'm hungry and I'm miserable at best. This is not the way Fridays are supposed to go.

I think I'm eventually going to cave and go back to my room to eat bacon smothered in chocolate frosting and feel bad for myself because that seems to be my usual Friday activity lately. Saturday always is an improvement, but Fridays have come to suck. I am so unusual in that I spend my week feeling excited for Tuesdays, not the weekend. Tuesdays are usually nice days, not to mention the fact that they are Glee days, I never have homework, and I have no other commitments. After class I can just sit around and eat and feel joy all night. Somehow though, doing that on Friday just isn't the same thing.

I can't wait until spring break.

Why today was awesome: I had a salad for lunch. That's all she wrote.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 5.5

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 15