Isn't Saturday supposed to be productive?
Sunday is the lazy weekend day in prep for the coming week, but Saturday is supposed to be productive and rewarding and fulfilling.
Not the day when you...
1. Wake up at 3:45 to go eat breakfast at The Pantry in downtown because tradition and all
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| The line wasn't long at all. In fact it was non-existent, and yet we were still made to stand against the wall and enter in groups of 10. (Thanks, Ben Chua, for paying for the meal, though) |
2. Get back in your PJ's and go back to sleep during the hour in between your breakfast and the coming morning practice
3. Get back in your PJ's after practice and proceed to watch America's Next Top Model Finale though
you haven't watched the past 7 seasons. *spoiler alert: Jourdan won. And yes she apparently spells her name with a "u"
4. Be inspired by the show and try on the only pair of heels you own (affectionately known as the "stripper heels") and pretend to be a model on ANTM in your bathroom
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| I can last about 10 minutes before my feet protest too much. |
5. Sit in the semi-darkness of your bedroom (because you're too lazy to open your blinds) typing this post whilst listening to The Naked and The Famous, and Dinner and a Suit and other hipster but not actually hipster artists
My Saturdays are getting ridiculous.
Please excuse me, I'm going to pretend to do work now.
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PS. Tonight, though, let's Fight On and beat the farm!
