Tuesday, November 09, 2004
the days of the week
i can't decide what my favorite days of the week are yet. i'm very fond of thursday, it's not quite the weekend yet, but you have that same bit of anticipation and longing and i like to long for things. liking fridays is such a cliche. weekends move too quickly, so i like to take my time with them. savor each and every drop of friday-saturday-sunday before it ends at the strike of midnight that third night. so by liking thursday, i've given myself more time of the weekend to enjoy.
i'm not like a BU student though. i don't party on thursday. i sleep on thursday.
i often crave tuesday and thursdays because those are the days of 2 o'clock classes and sleeping in and cuddling with my boyfriend all night long. sickening, yes i know. it's the kind of days that make me want to wake up early and make him a brown bag lunch and send him off to work with a kiss on the lips and a pat on the tush. it's true, i want to wear stripes and high heels in the kitchen and pretend i'm in the 50s. i'm so nostalgic and old-fashioned in those regards. although, strictly speaking, i have an eye for tradition, it doesn't mean i follow it.
i think i can find at least one good thing about every day of the week except for monday. not just because it's monday, but because it holds the dreaded american literature class, the first of the week, which is always more painful. it also wakes up that part of my brain that there will be at least two days of this awful class & then right after that class, i go to counseling. there is not one good to comed out of the day, but even then, i end up at my boyfriend's place, where he makes me dinner and i get to sleep in the next day.
so i don't know.
funny that when i started writing all this, i wanted to complain about how cold today was and how i didn't feel well and every single bad thing that happened to me today. how i want to cut out my uterus and throw it in the rubbage bin. but no, i lost myself in the days of the week. i'm like a fucking sesame street special or something.
¶ 10:52 PM
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i can't decide what my favorite days of the week are yet. i'm very fond of thursday, it's not quite the weekend yet, but you have that same bit of anticipation and longing and i like to long for things. liking fridays is such a cliche. weekends move too quickly, so i like to take my time with them. savor each and every drop of friday-saturday-sunday before it ends at the strike of midnight that third night. so by liking thursday, i've given myself more time of the weekend to enjoy.
i'm not like a BU student though. i don't party on thursday. i sleep on thursday.
i often crave tuesday and thursdays because those are the days of 2 o'clock classes and sleeping in and cuddling with my boyfriend all night long. sickening, yes i know. it's the kind of days that make me want to wake up early and make him a brown bag lunch and send him off to work with a kiss on the lips and a pat on the tush. it's true, i want to wear stripes and high heels in the kitchen and pretend i'm in the 50s. i'm so nostalgic and old-fashioned in those regards. although, strictly speaking, i have an eye for tradition, it doesn't mean i follow it.
i think i can find at least one good thing about every day of the week except for monday. not just because it's monday, but because it holds the dreaded american literature class, the first of the week, which is always more painful. it also wakes up that part of my brain that there will be at least two days of this awful class & then right after that class, i go to counseling. there is not one good to comed out of the day, but even then, i end up at my boyfriend's place, where he makes me dinner and i get to sleep in the next day.
so i don't know.
funny that when i started writing all this, i wanted to complain about how cold today was and how i didn't feel well and every single bad thing that happened to me today. how i want to cut out my uterus and throw it in the rubbage bin. but no, i lost myself in the days of the week. i'm like a fucking sesame street special or something.
¶ 10:52 PM
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