Weekends

these days my routines have become more mundane than ever. weekdays are unthinkably boring. weekends i look forward to. every weekend, starting friday evening i hope something happens. something exciting. something big. something that's going to give me a reason to wake up and smile every morning. something like finding true love. something like Joe. something like a whole bunch of good friends. something like partying endlessly. endless, yes this list is endless. however, in reality wat happens weekend after weekend is that i spend most of my friday persuading misty to go out (and not indoors getting bored and miserably bitching about life). then saturday is spent sleeping mostly until the time i accidentally "bump" into ppl in the cafe. spend my saturday afternoon happily chatting, while saturday evening is spent moping around the place if not, i'm out for the latest movie or a drink some place in the city. sundays r fun if i get to chill with frenz at the cafeteria or else i'm having major blues abou it being sunday and how the weekend's almost over! and then come sunday night, i go to bed telling myself, there's going to be a new next weekend come friday, and then something big is going to happen. something exciting. something out of the world. something amazing... i guess i'll never learn!