eighteen: home again

i've begun to find that i'm living life with weekends as markers again, just like in ns. it's probably because of the hall staying thing and hence, there's always this repetition which comes on weekends starting with me packing up my stuff, leading on to boarding first one, then another bus, and finally ending with me plopping those belongings around my house.

i was thinking about the affairs of the week and wondered at how it's turned out. i've always been amazed at how impossible it is to have predicted at the start of a week the way which that week was to twist and turn. a week is really quite a long time if we choose to squeeze every ounce of experience out of it; it seems like such a long time since i left my room last week after staying up to talk to friends after float and rag day. it seems like so much could and should have been done differently even though it's just the time frame of a week.

it's both exciting and scary to stand at the start of a week. weekends are for resting and i've been doing that consistently, just sleeping my saturday afternoons away. feel kind of sedated now. hmph.