Ive forgotten what

Saturday afternoons feel like. Crap, in other words. wt (or someone) once said that statistics state that 3-5 pm is the time when most people commit suicide. theres something depressing about that time. its too late for the sun, too early for the sunset. on saturdays at least. it would seem that while on weekdays/sundays theres a chance the sun would still shine in the afternoon, but on saturdays its usually...bleak. besides, saturdays are the worst since theres a higher chance theres nothing to do.

as saturdays go, this one was pretty weird. had quite a shitty night, with about 3 seperate weird dreams, most of which i cant remember. woke up thrice, got out of bed at 930(which is freaking late by my standards). plus my foot cramped. again. lol. watched pokemon ^^. lol theyre getting rly drama. as if ash being emo and doing that carrying a smiling pikachu while tears of joy fill his eyes with background turning hues of pink thing wasnt enough, they decide to make max emo as well. lol like today they played a song that isnt the theme song(which is rare) and max stands face to face with the ralts he cant bear to let go and tears fill his eyes and then he does that looks down to hide tears and hair comes down to hide his eyes then raises head as he resolves to be srtong thing, complete with a breeze that suddenly comes out of nowhere carrying lots of leaves. i dont know if i should cry, cringe, cough, cackle (yes wrong usage i know) or attempt all of the above at the same time.

anw with no bible study/other stuff to do today i found myself reliving the old saturday afternoon feeling. logically with so much homework i should have tried to do some of it, but i was feeling crappy so i went to play dota to make myself feel crappier. (lol i was on the comp from 1130-530). logically with so much homework i should be trying to do some of it, instead of typing crap, but i look at the lit essay qn and decide its too hard. how on earth do i describe a relationship. i think ill do it tomorrow, together with the rest of the damn work. gl hf.