It’s a Saturday night, and I am home. The ‘oh-so-tempting’ invitation I received for some such adventure was seemingly not so tempting. Which is why I am here, burdened with an overwhelming amount of assignments and exam preparation. How fitting that I’m listening to Smell’s Like Teen Spirit because I’m in a bad mood.
Anyway, the idea of a quiet night in seemed really appealing to me tonight, particularly because last night I was fantasizing over having just that. The only thing is though, I’m too tired to actually enjoy it. An entire week’s build-up of exhaustion has taken over, and the fact that napping during the day makes me feel even worse, never actually stops me from doing so. I long to watch a nice film, but I know I won’t take anything from it being this dazed. In the same sense, I could be reading one of my many unread books, or poring through a magazine of some sort. It’s a shame really. My room also needs a massive clean, but I truly can’t be bothered doing this; which makes me feel pathetic because it’s been a couple of months.
And thus, my very first and hopefully very last complaining post has ended. I hope you’re all having lovely weekends, keep inspiring me pretties.