The freaking weekend..

Ohh the freaking weekend how I can never patiently wait for you to arrive. Every single Sunday when I get up I think ohh how the weekend has gone and left already. Since for me Sunday is not the weekend because weekend must be gotten done before the next dreadful day called Monday, a week day. I work tirelessly on week. Monday I make it through my classes  then dive right into my work for the rest of the night usually sometimes I give myself a reprive and go workout or chill in my room with my roomate for an hour or so but then again I must go back down to the salt mine for some mind throbbing or sleep invoking mental work. Tuesday is quite aweful with a start time a a down right synical 8 am. I fall out of bed and sleep walk to lab. Wednesday quite often goes the same as Monday but  I stay up late into the night socializing after when I would usually call off my studies and head to bed. Thursday is a frantic day most times because I do not get up until late so work must start after my lab that ends around three. After I get through my classes on Friday I can never contain my glee I just to leap for joy for I know I have at least thirty-six hours of freedom. I for this I am truely happy.