The problems with weekends

School isn't that bad, actually I kInd of like it. But everyone else, I can't WAIT for the weekend. But there is always a problem with it.

Like now.

Ok. There are three outcomes to the weekend:

Too short:
~Go to a friend's house, time passes too quickly, before you know it weekend ends.
~Play a video game you like, time wasted when you could've been running around a tree.

Too long:
~Get sick, suffering thought the weekend hoping it will end so you can get better in education.
~Some thing editing is said to happen the next Monday, you sit around hoping the fourty-eight hours will pass quickly enough---they don't.
~All friends are unavailable, you wish they count entertain you with their funny faces.

Then there are the just-rights, where you somehow convince yourself that the weekend was good, and you want to go back to school, then you wake up early Monday morning and realize: I fucking don't want to get up.

But there is always a different case with three day week ends:

Too short:
~You are bored for he first two dAys, but then you do something really entertaining like playing a video game on the last day, and you forehead slap yourself because you have to go to school so you can't play.
~You get sick on Friday, and you finally get better on Monday, but then you have to go to school on tuesday.

Too long:
~You have nothing scheduled to go anywhere, and you siblings are somewhere and you don't feel like playing mine craft, or video games, and you are sick and really hungry but there is nothing that you want to eat, and you are tired or reading a really funny blog because I read from latest to oldest, because that's how they are layed out, and in the older ones there are less pictures, and for some reason they are less funny, and you have a headache and a soar throat, and there is nothing but the idea to blog your problems out. You dont want to go back to school, but you want to have fun, and you have the back and knees of a ninety year old when you are only thirteen, so sitting in your favorite chair Disney help that much, so you sit in some weird postion and moan, but you don't like to do that because it hurts your old lady back and it hurts your throat and you hate raking medicine so you do nothing about yor throat and you are still tired even though you woke up four hours ago.

( that last one happens o he the one I'm experiencing right now.)