I don't know what it is. But for some reason, whenever the weekend comes, I feel sad. It's like this weird sense of depression and loneliness. I don't usually have these things happen to me; but Saturday night for some reason leaves me in such a depressed state. I try to block it out with many things but I still feel it when I head to bed. I wake up Sunday and I mope. I've never liked the feel that goes with Sunday. Everything is toned down, quiet, laid-back. The world just seems to stop.
I can't really pinpoint it on anything. It could be the homework; could be the crisis.
Anyway, my two presentations went well. I love presentations. It's sort of like a performance when you think about. But that's just the high school drama student in me. Props to Mr. Wood and Owen for the good luck.