Wake up on a Saturday night

It's Saturday night and to some people that means putting on their best glitz or glam outfit, lots of makeup, and going out on the town, trying to meet people, mix and mingle, find something to do, go where it's 'happening'.

It's 7:30 and I have nothing to do. No, I have an essay to write but I don't want to. I don't have school tomorrow so I should be out there with the best of them, doing something, anything but laying here bored out of my mind.

I don't have any good books to read. I don't have any movies I feel like watching. I think of getting dressed and going out, but then it's 10:00 and I haven't done anything and now it's too late.

And still I sit here, laptop sleeping, music playing on the radio, and I feel bored. Restless. I want to do something but have nothing to do.

I think the correct term would be 'Bla'. As per thefreedictionary.com: blahs A general feeling of discomfort, dissatisfaction, or depression.

Okay, so I decide to draw. And I can't think of what to draw so I draw charcoal people that don't really look like people but kind of do. I think of psychologists and how they have young kids draw pictures because they can't accurately express their feelings. And I look at my charcoal sort-of people and think about what I'm trying to say.

Then I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Then I call my mom. Then I hear her talk for ten minutes about a foreign film she saw with my father that she liked, it was in French with English subtitles, and she thought I would like it. I tune her out and think, sometimes you don't even hear what they are saying, it is just nice to hear their voice.

Then I hang up with her and think about watching a French movie with English subtitles, and think about getting dressed up and going out, and think about having someone to go out and do something with, and think about all the people currently out and having fun, or pretending to have fun, or having a horrible time but not wanting to go home because then their life would be really sad and depressing, so they go out and pretend to be full of life and exciting like everyone else but really being boring and depressing and wanting to go home, and thinking about how nice it is that I can stay home and not feel like I'm missing out on some big party scene, and then I listen to a Hilary Duff song that I heard on the radio years ago when I wasn't supposed to listen to the radio but I did so secretly until my sister caught me and told my mother, but now I can do whatever I want and the song is about going out on a Saturday night and I wonder if she actually wants to go out on a Saturday night or maybe they just told her that is what she has to sing about so she did what she had to for her career.

So I listen to it about 7 or 8 times and then write the world's longest run-on sentence just for fun.

Time to go to sleep. Happy Sunday.