Anthem of Memoirs

Yes, it’s 8pm on a Sunday right now. 8pm, on a Sunday, which means there’s approximately just 11 hours left before I will find myself confined within the spaces of college yet again. I noticed that never ever have I hated the weekends, particularly Sunday. It seems like a bleak day, a day with no hopes, no fun and no satisfaction. Certainly a dreaded day, all because the next day is Monday. I did hide myself into a bubble if that is what is takes to seclude myself from the word of Monday and hopefully reach the word Friday. Never had I guessed that I would dedicate a post on Monday Blue’s as well, perhaps one should never underestimate the power of Mondays Blue’s. And now it’s 8.30pm, which means I have 10 and a half hours left. Hopefully I can drag every atom, particle, molecule and substance of myself off the bed for college tomorrow.