This Saturday. eight o’clock. She thought about it in her head. She had had a crush on this guy for a year now, and now that she was so close to having what she wanted, she stepped two steps back. She was bored already–that wasn’t good.
Rena
Saturday I had a pic nic. She was wearing that bluse I like. ow stunnig she is… Her big hazel eyes and her beautiful red lips really got me. A different Saturday.
Sofia
Ok, I already wrote about Saturday, but I’m new to this oneword and can’t figure out how to get to the next word…is saturday the one and only word? like I said before, I want to love saturday, but it often becomes chore day.
LHench
Saturday I sat there, drinking my disappointing cup of coffee. It wasn’t the coffee itself, it was merely the fact that I was drinking it alone. Normally, Leah was there with me giggling in that adorable way of hers.
belinda
The first day of the weekend. The first day of vacation. That day of days where you can sleep in, or start early and watch the sunrise from the seat of your bike. It’s the day that all days wish they could be. The day of morning cartoons and lazy sleeping. Ah all days should long to be such a day. I long for Saturday.
Sherry
free
home
relax
sleep
sex
fun
drinks
love
time
alone
content
quality time
elijah
noel
cooking
study
school
clean
help
relief
lazy
fat
chocolate
That raps it up :)
Diana
on saturdat im gonna relax, have fun, let all my worrys rest for a while, so i can watch them from a distancie
juana
Saturday is the day to relax for most of us, but for working mothers, it’s a day to catch up on everything that didn’t get done during the week…the laundry, the dirty toilets, the recycling, buying groceries, wrapping presents, cooking something a little more inventive than Lean Cuisine.
LHench
Every saturdcay I drink coffe in the nude. i sit in my kitchen watvhing my tomato plant thinking about nothing. Or listening to news. Or staring out the window which doesn’t really have much of a view. Partly because my tomato plant is obscuring it and partly because there isn’t much of a view
vidsan
Saturdays are the blessings between all the work you get from college. You get to whole up with a group of friends in one of our dorms turn on some TV and just hang out chatting. Nothing is better, nothing is happier. Nothing makes me feel less lonely. I wish that I could have more days like this but then it would be quite as precious.
Jamie
Saturday is the day that you expect to be some sort of beautiful experience. It’s the end of a week that was probably filled with drudgery. So you expect it to be happy and comfortable and bright with the warmth of mid-morning sun.
But that’s not so. For me, at least.
I wake up with my back in pain, all of the troubles from last week rotting in my eyes and all the assignments for next week clogging my throat. I have no appetite, but I eat. I have no sickness, but I sit in my bed, wrapped in blankets.
I have no expectations.
Madeline
Should be a day for fun and play. Not today. Today is occupied. Words need to be written and ordered and swept into shape. The sun only admired fleetingly. The day needs to be filled with industry.
Diane
Saturday’s are supposed to be your favorite day of the week, but for me, they scream out of loneliness and feeling like i don’t belong. When i do have something to do, invariably, i’m disappointed. it seems like the entire world has fun on Saturdays. I’m always left out.
AD120
this saturday is a time of great stress. Great things happen on a Saturday. It is a time of deadlines, a time of sleeping late, if you don’t have deadlines. A time to do those fun things and unfun things that have accumulated during the weekday. So what is YOUR Saturday about? Relatives? Laundry? Day trip? Spa?
Diana
Saturday was the big day. The moment of wonderfulness. For lack of a better word. Yasmine was ready for it. The dress was picked out, the flowers arranged, the cake baked and tiered. Even the photographer was on standby as she twirled around in her room. She felt like a kindergartener again, giving a dandelion to a boy and asking her to marry him much to his disgust.
Belinda Roddie
Saturday. The day when I’m MEANT to do something fun. But often never do. I’m SUPPOSED to be with friends, and sometimes I do do that. Hah. Dodo. But I never like socialising too much. Sit me down with a period drama and too much food so I can feel terrible about eating it and then inwardly moan about being lonely, it’s a pirate’s life for me. But aren’t we always, when we are out, wanting to do something similar? On saturdays, when we are alone, we want to be with people, when we are with people, we want to be alone. But screw it. Is it just me?
Olive
Sleeping in is what Saturdays are made for! Scotty takes the girls to the farmer’s market, and sometimes I go with. But it’s often a struggle for me to decide: sleep or spend the time with my family? He loves the time with his girls, and I love the alone time. But also, but also, there is the sweet pull of our family of four.
jenni dbm
is lazy. and lonely. and all sorts of l words that don’t even make sense. Saturday should be joy and happiness, but instead it will be tense, gut wrench. You’ll be home Monday. Saturday is a week from when you left. It’s not so bad. But then, it can’t be.
Jessie
saturday is a time to relax. To sit and read a book, watch tv, drink tea, whatever. But only if the cousin doesn’t come and spoils it with his science malarky. Urgh, I hate that. I want to learn chess though, so I must wait until I can. Damn!!
Laura
“Help I’m falling,” said Miah. Miah took one look at his 11-year-old clock and realized with a grin that it was Saturday. Well, no, not Saturday… Friday. But it was close to Saturday. And on Saturday he would go on a date with the girl of his dreams: Leo. Leo was shy, sweet, blonde, funny. She was great. He knew that the first time he saw her, he would kiss her someday soon. And tomorrow might be the day. Miah was so happy.
Alison
party haha sleep in sometimes. a good day .
Gaby
On Saturday I went over to John’s house. Eric and Mike were already there, playing video games in the basement. We grabbed the bags and got into Eric’s mom’s van. We drove the 10 miles to Doverville and parked in front of the movie theater. We grabbed the fire works and set them off; then we drove away.
Comeau Lowrey
I wish that it was today. which is funny because that has no bearing on my life right now. I don’t work. but that day means a break. and I feel like i could use one. and maybe i could use a cup of tea as well. i feel the need to check out almost constantly. I dunno if this is because I am a coward or because I need to heal. I wish that katie and bryce were okay. i wish i had money to help people.
Saturday. The reprieve of modern man. 5/7 parts of your life are lived for another 1/7. Surely we can do better that this as a species. It is the day that we all love and should use to its full potential.
Graeme
saturdays are the best days. too band i get on call shifts on saturdays. those are the worst, cause i can never do anythin g that involves sturdy planning but i never actually get called in cause saturdays are slow. saturdays is that day that you can stay up before and sleep in on. theyare the days you can go downtown, or the beach or even just stay aty home and have a movie marathon
Angely
saturday is a day that I get to play beach volleyball. spend time with my girl. it’s also a cool girls’ name, saturday… like ‘wednesday’ but happier because it’s a weekend day. love that!
s
lazy day
friends
movie night
books
music
sleeping in
no school
movies
netflix
pizza
writing
quotes
creative rampages
late nights
weekend
meow
Saturday, the one day of the week when nothing is expected of you. Wake up early and watch cartoons, or sleep in and stay up late either way, Saturday is a day of fun and sometimes chores.
Chelsea
How many times on a Saturday have you sat back and reviewed the week and seen a wasteland back to the previous weekend. The week seems like a grey and grim place where my real self and all sense of joy is lost and hidden. Even on a wet weekend I throw off constaint and come out and play.
Saturday. She likes Saturdays. Saturdays mean she can relax and can breathe, Saturdays mean she can be with him, and being with him is really all that matters. She doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her heart beat and her stomach tingle, but all she knows is that it’s love. Maybe she loves him for his cheek bones, maybe for his smile or the way he holds her warm and tight at night. Regardless, Saturdays are about that: love.
jordan
on Saturday i ate a peanut and enjoyed it greatly, so much that i laughed a bit and then choked a little. oh what wonderful peanut times. maybe i should try oranges next Saturday…
candy davies
Saturday breezed in calmly that morning, and I leisurely awoke to the sun filling my room with light. Sleep cracked in my eyes as I opened them, and there was a sandy taste in my mouth. I sat up, slowly stretching my arms behind me. I was about to softly pad to my door, but I realized… HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THAT SPIDER! IT’S A FREAKIN’ TARANTULA! AHHH WHY IS IT ON MY PILLOW AHHHH! I SLEPT WITH A SPIDER NEXT TO MY FACE AHHHHH!!
Saturday. Well, it’s not Saturday right now, that’s for sure! It doesn’t matter so much in the summer, and I know that during the school year I’m usually doing homework anyways. I think Saturdays are beautiful though because it’s the day before Sunday, and I looooove Sundays. They’re so peaceful <3
saturday im goin to see a movie with kelsey, annalie and i think, jasmine. Its the Madea movei and it should be funny…especially since i can get the humor. Before the movie im going to help the Lynch’s move into their new house! Its going to be great seeing them again since theyve been gone for alomst 2 years and they are such a nice family.
Reese
It was a calm Saturday morning and I was just beginning to wake up from a peaceful sleep when I realized I was out of toilet paper. Toilet paper is a necessity, anyone and everyone knows that. So, you can imagine my horror upon opening my eyes and remembering we had none.
Lauren
saturday is a day of rest. there are times to grow and love and live. it is a away to be you, to drop your work persona and to breathe. it is a day for memories. for moments that will define your happiness.
Satudays are fun! Yet they can be boring all at the same time. But this is what makes saturday fun. You dont have to really do anything at all. You can do something fun, or do nothing at all. I can sleep until four in the afternoon and not have to worry about stuff! I love it!
Amily
We sat on that sandy Saturday to get our saturation of satisfaction.
Is my favorite day of the week. It’s the day I get to spend with my best friend and husband. And we spend almost every moment together – going to the park, the farmer’s market, camping, fishing, hiding. Anything. The only bad Saturdays are the ones where he’s gone. Those are the Saturdays I forget.
The ultimate day of the weekend, Saturday is the day we’ve all been waiting for, humming and haa-ing through the week making it to the much awaited day of opportunity. To do what? Probably lay on the couch, accomplishing nothing but hours of TV and snacking.
This Saturday. eight o’clock. She thought about it in her head. She had had a crush on this guy for a year now, and now that she was so close to having what she wanted, she stepped two steps back. She was bored already–that wasn’t good.
Saturday I had a pic nic. She was wearing that bluse I like. ow stunnig she is… Her big hazel eyes and her beautiful red lips really got me. A different Saturday.
Ok, I already wrote about Saturday, but I’m new to this oneword and can’t figure out how to get to the next word…is saturday the one and only word? like I said before, I want to love saturday, but it often becomes chore day.
Saturday I sat there, drinking my disappointing cup of coffee. It wasn’t the coffee itself, it was merely the fact that I was drinking it alone. Normally, Leah was there with me giggling in that adorable way of hers.
The first day of the weekend. The first day of vacation. That day of days where you can sleep in, or start early and watch the sunrise from the seat of your bike. It’s the day that all days wish they could be. The day of morning cartoons and lazy sleeping. Ah all days should long to be such a day. I long for Saturday.
free
home
relax
sleep
sex
fun
drinks
love
time
alone
content
quality time
elijah
noel
cooking
study
school
clean
help
relief
lazy
fat
chocolate
That raps it up :)
on saturdat im gonna relax, have fun, let all my worrys rest for a while, so i can watch them from a distancie
Saturday is the day to relax for most of us, but for working mothers, it’s a day to catch up on everything that didn’t get done during the week…the laundry, the dirty toilets, the recycling, buying groceries, wrapping presents, cooking something a little more inventive than Lean Cuisine.
Every saturdcay I drink coffe in the nude. i sit in my kitchen watvhing my tomato plant thinking about nothing. Or listening to news. Or staring out the window which doesn’t really have much of a view. Partly because my tomato plant is obscuring it and partly because there isn’t much of a view
Saturdays are the blessings between all the work you get from college. You get to whole up with a group of friends in one of our dorms turn on some TV and just hang out chatting. Nothing is better, nothing is happier. Nothing makes me feel less lonely. I wish that I could have more days like this but then it would be quite as precious.
Saturday is the day that you expect to be some sort of beautiful experience. It’s the end of a week that was probably filled with drudgery. So you expect it to be happy and comfortable and bright with the warmth of mid-morning sun.
But that’s not so. For me, at least.
I wake up with my back in pain, all of the troubles from last week rotting in my eyes and all the assignments for next week clogging my throat. I have no appetite, but I eat. I have no sickness, but I sit in my bed, wrapped in blankets.
I have no expectations.
Should be a day for fun and play. Not today. Today is occupied. Words need to be written and ordered and swept into shape. The sun only admired fleetingly. The day needs to be filled with industry.
Saturday’s are supposed to be your favorite day of the week, but for me, they scream out of loneliness and feeling like i don’t belong. When i do have something to do, invariably, i’m disappointed. it seems like the entire world has fun on Saturdays. I’m always left out.
this saturday is a time of great stress. Great things happen on a Saturday. It is a time of deadlines, a time of sleeping late, if you don’t have deadlines. A time to do those fun things and unfun things that have accumulated during the weekday. So what is YOUR Saturday about? Relatives? Laundry? Day trip? Spa?
Saturday was the big day. The moment of wonderfulness. For lack of a better word. Yasmine was ready for it. The dress was picked out, the flowers arranged, the cake baked and tiered. Even the photographer was on standby as she twirled around in her room. She felt like a kindergartener again, giving a dandelion to a boy and asking her to marry him much to his disgust.
Saturday. The day when I’m MEANT to do something fun. But often never do. I’m SUPPOSED to be with friends, and sometimes I do do that. Hah. Dodo. But I never like socialising too much. Sit me down with a period drama and too much food so I can feel terrible about eating it and then inwardly moan about being lonely, it’s a pirate’s life for me. But aren’t we always, when we are out, wanting to do something similar? On saturdays, when we are alone, we want to be with people, when we are with people, we want to be alone. But screw it. Is it just me?
Sleeping in is what Saturdays are made for! Scotty takes the girls to the farmer’s market, and sometimes I go with. But it’s often a struggle for me to decide: sleep or spend the time with my family? He loves the time with his girls, and I love the alone time. But also, but also, there is the sweet pull of our family of four.
is lazy. and lonely. and all sorts of l words that don’t even make sense. Saturday should be joy and happiness, but instead it will be tense, gut wrench. You’ll be home Monday. Saturday is a week from when you left. It’s not so bad. But then, it can’t be.
saturday is a time to relax. To sit and read a book, watch tv, drink tea, whatever. But only if the cousin doesn’t come and spoils it with his science malarky. Urgh, I hate that. I want to learn chess though, so I must wait until I can. Damn!!
“Help I’m falling,” said Miah. Miah took one look at his 11-year-old clock and realized with a grin that it was Saturday. Well, no, not Saturday… Friday. But it was close to Saturday. And on Saturday he would go on a date with the girl of his dreams: Leo. Leo was shy, sweet, blonde, funny. She was great. He knew that the first time he saw her, he would kiss her someday soon. And tomorrow might be the day. Miah was so happy.
party haha sleep in sometimes. a good day .
On Saturday I went over to John’s house. Eric and Mike were already there, playing video games in the basement. We grabbed the bags and got into Eric’s mom’s van. We drove the 10 miles to Doverville and parked in front of the movie theater. We grabbed the fire works and set them off; then we drove away.
I wish that it was today. which is funny because that has no bearing on my life right now. I don’t work. but that day means a break. and I feel like i could use one. and maybe i could use a cup of tea as well. i feel the need to check out almost constantly. I dunno if this is because I am a coward or because I need to heal. I wish that katie and bryce were okay. i wish i had money to help people.
Saturday. The reprieve of modern man. 5/7 parts of your life are lived for another 1/7. Surely we can do better that this as a species. It is the day that we all love and should use to its full potential.
saturdays are the best days. too band i get on call shifts on saturdays. those are the worst, cause i can never do anythin g that involves sturdy planning but i never actually get called in cause saturdays are slow. saturdays is that day that you can stay up before and sleep in on. theyare the days you can go downtown, or the beach or even just stay aty home and have a movie marathon
saturday is a day that I get to play beach volleyball. spend time with my girl. it’s also a cool girls’ name, saturday… like ‘wednesday’ but happier because it’s a weekend day. love that!
lazy day
friends
movie night
books
music
sleeping in
no school
movies
netflix
pizza
writing
quotes
creative rampages
late nights
weekend
Saturday, the one day of the week when nothing is expected of you. Wake up early and watch cartoons, or sleep in and stay up late either way, Saturday is a day of fun and sometimes chores.
How many times on a Saturday have you sat back and reviewed the week and seen a wasteland back to the previous weekend. The week seems like a grey and grim place where my real self and all sense of joy is lost and hidden. Even on a wet weekend I throw off constaint and come out and play.
Saturday. She likes Saturdays. Saturdays mean she can relax and can breathe, Saturdays mean she can be with him, and being with him is really all that matters. She doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her heart beat and her stomach tingle, but all she knows is that it’s love. Maybe she loves him for his cheek bones, maybe for his smile or the way he holds her warm and tight at night. Regardless, Saturdays are about that: love.
on Saturday i ate a peanut and enjoyed it greatly, so much that i laughed a bit and then choked a little. oh what wonderful peanut times. maybe i should try oranges next Saturday…
Saturday breezed in calmly that morning, and I leisurely awoke to the sun filling my room with light. Sleep cracked in my eyes as I opened them, and there was a sandy taste in my mouth. I sat up, slowly stretching my arms behind me. I was about to softly pad to my door, but I realized… HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THAT SPIDER! IT’S A FREAKIN’ TARANTULA! AHHH WHY IS IT ON MY PILLOW AHHHH! I SLEPT WITH A SPIDER NEXT TO MY FACE AHHHHH!!
Saturday. Well, it’s not Saturday right now, that’s for sure! It doesn’t matter so much in the summer, and I know that during the school year I’m usually doing homework anyways. I think Saturdays are beautiful though because it’s the day before Sunday, and I looooove Sundays. They’re so peaceful <3
saturday im goin to see a movie with kelsey, annalie and i think, jasmine. Its the Madea movei and it should be funny…especially since i can get the humor. Before the movie im going to help the Lynch’s move into their new house! Its going to be great seeing them again since theyve been gone for alomst 2 years and they are such a nice family.
It was a calm Saturday morning and I was just beginning to wake up from a peaceful sleep when I realized I was out of toilet paper. Toilet paper is a necessity, anyone and everyone knows that. So, you can imagine my horror upon opening my eyes and remembering we had none.
saturday is a day of rest. there are times to grow and love and live. it is a away to be you, to drop your work persona and to breathe. it is a day for memories. for moments that will define your happiness.
Satudays are fun! Yet they can be boring all at the same time. But this is what makes saturday fun. You dont have to really do anything at all. You can do something fun, or do nothing at all. I can sleep until four in the afternoon and not have to worry about stuff! I love it!
We sat on that sandy Saturday to get our saturation of satisfaction.
Is my favorite day of the week. It’s the day I get to spend with my best friend and husband. And we spend almost every moment together – going to the park, the farmer’s market, camping, fishing, hiding. Anything. The only bad Saturdays are the ones where he’s gone. Those are the Saturdays I forget.
The ultimate day of the weekend, Saturday is the day we’ve all been waiting for, humming and haa-ing through the week making it to the much awaited day of opportunity. To do what? Probably lay on the couch, accomplishing nothing but hours of TV and snacking.