I find Mondays absolutely migrane inducing. It's like every Monday is the beginning to some fabulous new chapter in my life, and every Monday I fall short of that expectation.

   I find it ridiclous that something as inane as a day of the week has become synonomous with hell. Mondays, oh, those are always hellishly bad days. Tomorrow is Monday? Oh, why even bother waking up? Monday, ugh, I detest Mondays.

   Lately every single day has felt like a Monday. It takes more and more strength to actually drag my sorry behind out of bed in the mornings. School has become that place I've only got to go for 5 more Mondays. Just five more (but who's counting?)

   I've never disliked life or school. Lately school is something I just want to finsih, like each day is another step closer to the finishline. Life, it has become one very large maze with so many dead ends that I think I may never get out.

   A change of pace would be nice. Maybe shaking things up a bit would help? Maybe I just need to get the rest of this year out of the way, and then I'll start over.

   Starting over sounds really good.

Currently reading:
The Count of Monte Cristo (Bantam Classics)
By Alexandre Dumas