Saturday or boringday.

What happened to my Saturdays?

I was boring all day long. All the week I beg for the Friday to arrive, then it arrived and I was on bed by 9:40 pm.Of course I had plenty to do but I was so tired that I preferred a warm bath and a cozy bed.

I woke up Saturday morning at 9:40 am -Yes, I slept 12 hours, it is a family condition- I ate breakfast in the garden to avoid the routine, I wrote like 2 hours with still my pajama on, then I looked for a movie in the TV and I found Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix and at the same time Revenge, at 3 pm I hit the gym for 2 hours, then I went to the ATM, then in my house I ate a hot dog and I took a shower. Now I am back in my laptop writing and checking my Facebook at the same time to see if one of my friends appears. But still I am boring. How Saturdays are suppose to be? Am I getting that old?

This is how I wish my Saturdays were.
Wake up at 8 am, get ready to go for a little breakfast with my best friends, then go to the gym, take a shower and get together with my family in a restaurant in the afternoon, write a few hours after that, drawing a little, watch TV and in the night go out with my boyfriend. Or escape to the beach all weekend long. Or go to a spa or to have a pedi and a mani, go shopping, and eat ice scream.

Well I like to think that not even Paris Hilton have all Saturdays like she wanted them to be. Probably she does not know what a weekend is, all days is Saturday for her.

I need a new hobby.