Sundays

I know it's a 3 day weekend, but I don't have school on Mondays anyway, I just do homework...

Sundays suck. As most of my loyal readers know, I just got out of a long relationship, the longest I've ever had. It was only a year and a half, but that's a long time for me; I'm focused, driven, and have a one track mind centered on my career. My friends, it's like old times and I couldn't be happier. All week for me is just a prelude to the weekend when I finally get to do what I really want to do: party ( I believe a wise man once said "Everyone's working for it"). I love to party more than the average person, and I sort of consider it a hobby. I love it for many reasons: drinking, staying up late, talking to friends, gambling, people watching, and most importantly, hunting for boys. I love boys. I like them short, I like them tall (mostly tall, the taller the better actually), I like them one, I like them all (they're always adding speakers when they find the room cause they know we love the guys with the cars that go boom). I like to look at them, meet them, flirt with them, talk to them, and touch them (mostly touch them). That's what makes the weekend so exciting. Each week the clock is set back to zero, the game is reset, the evening fresh, new, and undiscovered. Each weekend is ripe with chances for new encounters with boys that could be Mr. Right (mostly Mr. RightNow). I had mostly forsaken this and the other pleasures of the party during the tenure of my relationship. I didn't really have the money to do it and I didn't really have the motivation to do it since I couldn't troll for dudes. I forgot how much I love it! I know that you can theoretically meet dudes during the week, but I'm sort of on a different track during the week. Like I said, I'm driven. The downside of all this mayhem and tomfoolery is that, as the purple one said "Life is just a party and parties weren't meant to last." All good things must come to an end and the weekend is certainly no exception. It wasn't an entirely fruitless one, I did to get hang out with some recycled paramours that I still have fond feelings for, but alas, no fresh meat, so to speak. So that's why Sundays suck. All the excitement is over, the clock has struck 2:30 and the carriage has turned back into a pumpkin. It was still great fun. I got to drink, stay up late, talk to friends, gamble, people watch, and hunt for boys, and considering that I haven't done it for a very long time, it was almost enough. Almost. But, loyal readers, as we all know, next friday will come soon enough. I'll see you there.