:My weekend.

The weekends come and go, and are always different in comparison to say what a rockstar does when out on the road. As my days quiet themselves to a bustling silence and all the excitement has past the dreadful thought of class the next day hits me with a force of a ten ton mack truck coming at me at a startling rate. Yes I’m back at school and with no enthusiasm I sit and wait until class starts and my eye lids start fluttering in a all to familiar why, the same way they always do when I’m on the brink of falling a sleep. Not much to really write about especially since my weekends are nothing short of mime at a clown convention.