What to Do on Saturdays?

Saturdays are the best thing going on in my life right now.  I recently just started my first full-time job.  I get up at 6 AM every Mon-Fri morning to drive 45 minutes to my office where I type emails from 8 to 12, go out for an hour-long lunch, then come back and type some more emails from 1 to 5.  The worst part is just waking up in the morning.  It feels like I'm back in high school (note: I never had many classes in college that started earlier than 9:10 AM).  Needless to say, I love my Saturdays because I get what I yearn for all week: SLEEP!

So this Saturday was great.  Friday night I went to sleep at 4 AM because I was playing in the forums at Cracked.com and drafting my next blog.  I slept Saturday morning until 10 AM, when my roommate walked in to ask if I fed our cats.  I went back to sleep for 30 more minutes, then woke up to go pee (having your own bathroom is great).  I then went back to sleep.

At 12 PM I was woken up again by my roommate, so I decided that I should probably get the hell up.  Well, kind of.  I laid in bed staring at the ceiling for about another hour.

At around 1 PM I made an awesome sandwich with a side of veggie chips.  Deciding that was was not chipper enough, I then got in my car and drove to the nearest Caribou Coffee to get a medium Vanilla White Mocha.  I came back and sipped my coffee all while reading Les Miserablés and watching Jersey Shore at the same time.  Like a boss.

By around 3 PM I got off the couch to do what I had intended to do the previous day: clean my room.  I started that, took a break, started again, took another break, organized, looked out the window while petting my cat, then finished organizing my closet.  At the end of it all, I have to say that my room looks...exactly the same.  My loveseat is clear and my dresses are finally hung up.  That's all that matters.

And now, its 7 PM and I am currently writing this blog.  I'm 23 years-old, I'm going to go out with some friends tonight, right?  Nope.  I'll probably wash my hair and do my nails like the loneliest girl in the world.  The most important thing to remember is at least I got some sleep.


I love Saturdays!



If I didn't have to wake up to eat/stay alive, I probably would never get out of bed.