Monday, Monday.

Surprise, surprise, it's me again.

And about twenty seconds ago,

I had something intelligent to say.

But that was twenty seconds ago.

So now it's gone.

Awesome.

Have I mentioned that Mondays are

THE worst day of the week?

Thursdays are pretty bad too,

But Mondays are like if you had just escaped the clutches

Of you evil nemesis, but while you were valiantly jogging away,

You ran into a wall.

Monday is the wall.

It just comes out of nowhere and

SMACK.

OhmyGod, you just got hit in the face with a brick wall o' Monday.

And then your face gets those ugly marks that skin gets when it hits against

A very rough surface.

Conclusion: Mondays are the pits.

I really wish I could remember that smart thing I was going to say.

But I can't.

I had a dream (nightmare, more like it) that we had a Humanities chapter 12 test

The Monday after homecoming.

A) We are on chapter 6/7.

B) It was homecoming weekend, who was going to study?

C) I ended up getting utterly lost on my way to a concert and didn't make it to school on Monday.

I hadn't studied at all. It was horrible, I was bound for failure.

School invaded my dreams. It doesn't often do this.

Is it an omen?

A bad one?

Or is it a premonition and should I start studying now?

If we had a test on Monday, I'm pretty sure I'd fail.

And I'd fail pretty hard too.

I have to leave my house in ten minutes.

Meaning I should stop blogging now.

I'm ignoring the need to stop.

But I'm running out of things to say.

Crap.

That would happen.

Uhmmm.

Hmmmm.

Yeah.

What can I say?

I'm going to go get on the bus, right?

And I can tell you at exactly which intersection

My stomach ache/barfy feeling will set in.

Without fail.

Everday.

Same intersection.

It's like I've been socked in the stomach with a brick.

Here we go with the brick/brick wall analogy again.

FULL CIRCLE.

Have a good brick-wall Monday, everybody.

I love you.

But you're the reason for that pukey feeling at the intersection.