its sunday.

quite frankly,

sundays suck.

they are the last of the weekend and the first of the week.
the final bite of strawberry cheese cake ice cream, fresh from marble slab.
the last and final day of august, right when you put pack away your swimsuit
and trade your blasting radio, that's been on for the entirety of the two months
for an alarm clock that brings the buzz of hell, at 7:00 am.

By Saturday night I am already mourning the loss of a weekend and turning my head
to face another
week of school.

Simply joyful.


PS: Say Anything = fierce movie, for any hopeless romantic.