A week has two parts: the weekend, which in my case ranges from friday afternoon to monday afternoon, and the time spent waiting for the weekend, colloquially called weekdays or workdays or whatever. Of course this view of mine might change as from now on i plan to actively take part in clubs, so the “waiting” will be full of events also worthy of preparing and waiting for, instead of just waiting their end or worse dreading them as in the case of classes.

Also, if the only part of the week worthy of mention is the weekend, a week passes way too quickly. Thinking what i did in the past week since coming back from Tokyo, i can’t recall anything. The curse of breaks, that they break me as well: even if i don’t get ill as i managed to this time, i sleep longer, spend more time doing nothing and don’t even get all that bothered by it. It really takes an effort to get myself to do anything, which in most cases would be coding the blog, just as most of the time in the past many years.

Or playing the guitar, as of recently, i started learning a plenty of songs, most of them still too hard and/or too fast, but this time i decided not to give up (as usual) and learn them properly (mostly Nirvana, White Stripes, sadly i couldn’t find any good tabs for the japanese songs i wanted to play so far). And finally finish that japanese homework i’ve been writing for scary long hours now.