Eye boogers

Sometimes I wish life didn't make me live for weekend. To be honest this past weekend I accomplished very little. I cleaned the bathroom and went to a Vietnamese restaurant. I studied for a government test and made a cake. I did laundry and... nope that's all I did. The rest of the time I was browsing Netflix and killing zombies in the game Bioshock that I just got from my brother. I also didn't get out of pajamas the entire Sunday. Saturday I came close, but I did go out to eat, so I had to look somewhat presentable. My mother asked me, "Are you happy with yourself? What did you accomplish this weekend?" I just shrug and I say not much, but I didn't want to do much in the first place. Sometimes people just need some downtime. I admit that I did feel lazy that my downtime lasted two whole days. But who's to say that's not acceptable? Who's to say that not doing anything constructive is bad? Everybody hates it when their alarm clock goes off on Monday mornings to remind them that, "Hey it's the beginning of the week. You only have 5 more days til the next weekend. 120 hours til the next weekend. 7200 minutes til the next weekend. 432000 seconds..." That's what my alarm clock tells me every Monday morning at 7 o'clock. However pressing the snooze button twice takes away 18 minutes, so I usually resort to that to shorten the hell of the real world. This is one of the things that I hate. Plus having to pick out your eye boogers before you can even function isn't fun either.