I realise that my weekends can be awfully boring. I usually only go out with my family on Sundays, 'cos my mom has her yoga class on Saturdays. And I don't even sleep in late. Today's the latest I've woken up in a long time- 9am. And it's not even late by any normal standards. So I spent my day mooning around, watching telly, doing Econs, getting bored, reading Persuasion, getting bored, doing more Econs and then getting even more bored. The only thing I had to look forward to all day is going out later in the night.

I gotta do jumping jacks in awhile, since I'm too lazy to haul my fat ass down to the gym. I ate so much yesterday. I'm positive I can win any food-eating competition when the ravenous mood strikes me. It's not often, maybe once or twice a month, and I'm beginning to realise it's part of PMS. Next week, I'm not going to be lazy, and I'm going to the gym everyday.

I watched Fight Club yesterday, and even though Mark thinks it's awesome, I don't really like it. Okay, there was too much blood for one thing, and it was really disgusting. That aside, I didn't feel anything after watching the show. Didn't affect me much. Brad Pitt's body was... a study of perfection. Muahaha. I still like him in Meet Joe Black the best, although I never finished watching it.

I should pick up a hobby, like gardening. Something to do for Saturdays. I know, you'd say, "You should be studying" but there's only so much you can study on a Saturday, especially when no one else around you is studying. Saturdays should be for strolling in parks filled with lush, verdant greenery, riding in a curricle or twirling a parasol. Saturdays should be for traipsing in summer woods filled with bright sunshine and the invigorating smell of nature and life. Saturdays should be for afternoon tea in a quaint bistro, or for picnics by the beach.

But those Saturdays are only possible when I grow up and travel to places with woods and parks where you can ride on horses. Oh well.

Sorry for the mind-numbingly boring entry.