Sundays

I'm sitting at the Tech Building in BCC and writing a blog because I'm bored, and because I'm also quite stupid, I came to class on the wrong day, so I'm basically sitting here until I have to go to work.
I was reading some mexican girl's blog and the bitch gave the blog some annoying background music that I can't turn off, so the shit was playing for like 20mins before I realized that I was the retard disturbing everybody else in the room.
But anyways, today's Valentine's day and I hate it. I hate how people think you're supposed to either be with "the one you love"... or miserable. I've never had a cool Valentine's day, except for this one time where I got unbelievably wasted, but that was yeeeeears ago.
So, whatever, hating Valentine's day made me remember how much I also hate sundays. Not a lot of people are aware of how much I hate sundays. I was once asked if there was a story behind why I hate sundays and the truth is that there isn't one. I hate sundays because they're boring, because everything's closed and because even though it's part of the weekend, it's only a day where you HAVE to think about all the shit you have to get done for Monday, which I hate as well, but not nearly as much as I hate sunday.
Sundays are gray days, where nothing really happens and there's nothing good on TV. If you sleep in, then your clock is all fucked up and you can't go to sleep early, which only puts you in a bad mood because the world expects you to be up and going and all hopped on your caffeine rush. But your sleepy and cranky because sunday fucked you over.
I also hate sundays because -in my crazy mind- they're like a leash: you can run around a little bit but there's something behind you that's gonna eventually pull the leash and choke you and tell you you can't go that far, because you HAVE TO BE READY FOR MONDAY!
So there, I hate sundays and now you know why.