It's Saturday, and I had a final. Finals on Saturdays...whose idea was that?! I mean, come on!! It's Saturday, but it's gloomy outside. I don't mind the gloom so much though. It reflects the feelings of the whole school. I don't think it's going to rain because it always looks like this outside now and it never rains. The wind is barely blowing and it's getting hot and humid. I don't like this weather. I don't want it to be hot and humid. I don't mind the heat, but I mind the humidity. It's so nasty when it permeates into your skin and makes you all sticky and moist. It does very bad things to my hair. Any road, weekends are supposed to be nice and sunny and fun. Or, at least that's my idea of weekends. A time when you sleep late, get up, take a shower, and go out and play with your friends. There would be cartoons stuck in there somewhere, but our TV doesn't get reception downstairs. I guess I want to hold on to my childhood Saturdays. People need to feel young, and what better way to do it than to get up on a Saturday morning and watch cartoons with a box of Cap'in Crunch beside you, and then go outside in the beautiful sunshine and play. Ah, the good old days. I can't believe in a year I'll be twenty, no longer a teenager, even farther from my childhood and wonderful Saturdays. But I can still make my Saturdays wonderful, somehow. I haven't completely lost my sense of fun...yet.