Sundays

Every Sunday is starting to seem a bit too repetitive. It was fun the first time, maybe even the second, but now it's just a broken record. I'd be rudely awoken by mother at 11, take a shower and head out to St. Martha by 12, and maybe see Ron or Paulina if I'm lucky. Then I'd go beg to be dropped off at Target so I can get the supplies to procrastinate. Seriously, new year, same routine. 

I'd really like it if my weekly, or maybe even daily routine changed every few weeks instead of every year or two. But that wont happen now, will it? I guess every now and then something worth my time comes along. A District Music Festival, a football game, a movie where my date shows up, whatever changes my routine is all good. 

So I guess the world shall revolve and my days along with it, it will only change per season. I'm off to finish procrastinating like I do every Sunday after church. Goodnight.