One saturday evening, john was outside with his friends. The summer air signified the rest of the good times to come, and not even time could ruin this moment right now. John was free during summer.
Connor Glowacki
its saturday- i hate you. I hated you when it was friday as well. everyday I hate you. but especially on a saturday, because its a lazy day, no work, it gives me time to think of you. but how can I hate you? when your always here, around me, my best friend, I hate you boy. I ruined us I’m sorry, its saturday and i hate you i don’t want to see you today
She hated Saturdays. Most people liked them, liked summer barbecues. They liked going to the beach, spending time with their families. She was the one who had to deal with that. She had to deal with the dads who used too much lighter fluid and the kids who hit their heads in the pools or got hit with skim boards at the beach. Sometimes, rescue was the worst job.
saturday is the first day of the weekend, but not in the arab world, for the rest it symbolizes relaxation for us its the work we have procrastinated over the weekend, its completely different, very hectic version of the saturday you all are living, sunday is work day, saturday is the last day of the weekend
Rand Altaher
left in your shadow, the weekend burning. I rattle the bars of the cages you’ve locked me in.
blaze in the freedom.
Lily Clarke
i hate saturday because freedom is so big that i fell himself lost, but at the same time i can relax with my friends.
Irene
I love Saturday. I love Saturday. No work tomorrow, shit, no work today. It doesn’t get any better than this. My time is my own and I am going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Coffee. A muffin. The steam is rising from the depths of the cup and I curl my hands around the base, warming them. Snow is drifting down outside the window, slowly, steadily barring my way back out into the real world.
The day in which lie-in are inevitable.
The day you can have your favorite cereal. Look out the window and see the sun shining while holding a mug of tea.
The day which you feel invincible. Nothing can stop your Saturday. Nothing.
Really Tall
She was a saturday person. He was a thursday. She liked having the whole day to herself and the whole night to explore the world. SUnday to think it all through again. He liked the build up, the anticipation. Wednesday hurt in his side and as thursday came along the pain eased but the nervous ache of friday hadn’t yet hit him like a steamtrain. It was the perfect limbo where a good time could be had, but he didn’t have to have it just then.
Rowan Woods
saturday is the last day of the week ..comes right between your weekend …between friday and sunday .. so u r still a little bit tired/hungover from yesterday night .. but still looking forward to the rest of the weekend .. its name comes from being associated with the planet saturn … saturday ..day of the saturn
navdeep singh
Waking up groggy, the stale stench of alcohol and sex lingering in the bedroom from the night before. The morning is fresh and clean, the opposite to how she feels right now. Saturday is not a day of rest. Tonight will be different. She prays tonight will be different.
Eireann Jones
last saturday was absolutely gorgeous…except the following day turned into a crappy one. sigh. its saturday again, i’m excited, but at the same time, some of the doubts from last week are creeping up on me.
Rubya
Oh Saturday, dreadful, dreadful Saturday. You bring me pain. No pleasure can come out of you. Even if a lot of human beings enjoy you, I honestly don’t. You are a constant reminded of my sadness. A pain that will forever live in me. But I’ll try. I’ll try to get through you. You’re still a day. Even if you’re not Monday. Which is MY day. In French.
Nash
The powder-blue sky promised a very cheerful day. The birds were singing along to the rhythm of the wind and the animal of the forest swelled with activity. The mysterious night had passed, and it was once again time to swipe away the cobwebs of sleep. The leaves rustled as they tried to reach out to the beautiful maiden who skipped through the bushes, her dainty figure matching the wonderful view.
Her laughter filled the air, her voice like a violin’s song.
Saturday can be such a slow day. I sat o the porch and looked over the neighbourhood. White picket fences, kids on bikes, the glaze of the summer heat shimmering above the tarmac.
I wondered what Tom was doing that day.
I got u p and decided to take a walk, I headed down a dirt track into the woods, i could hear the faint buzz of mosquitoes i my ear as I tumbled over the roots of a thicket of trees.
Sachini
Lazy, filled with lovely slow meals, beaches, and if you’re unlucky like me, probably a fight.
Lilli
partying, dancing, fun. its your time to let loose, let your hair down, and let the mood of the day control what you do. its the time to take a big “ahhhhhh” and relax into the awesomeness that is saturday.
Ali
This Saturday I will be home watering the garden, watching the leaves grow. I want to catch the slug in the act of devouring my favorite plant. I want to see it chew on the leaf.
Oh this Saturday is going to be a regular one; one, because I am going to follow my normal routine of working out, eating, hanging with friends, doing all that is merry.
J
Saturday is the smell of the morning after staying up all night. Saturday is the oasis from school, work, and life. Saturday is the playful place where we evolved. Saturday is tea and coffee. Perfection.
Gracie K.
this is a day to enjoy time with family and friends, do things you don’t have time for in the week, but not to rest yet, because that is the purpose of sundays. I love saterdays because I can choose how I spent my time.
Louisa
Saturdays are nice, however I always work on Saturdays. Lots of other people don’t work on Saturdays and they tend to go to the places I work at in larger amounts than on any other day of the week. I prefer other days more, especially ones i don’t work on.
it’s 6 am
it’s saturday
i haven’t slept because i’ve been too empty to sleep
i haven’t slept because you showed up
willing
perhaps
to help me fill myself
Up early again. The one day to sleep in, and the cats are already dancing on the dawn. Still, it’s not so bad when I can turn of the ac and enjoy the gentle, cool breeze. Outside, frogs sing and look for early bugs for breakfast. Ahh, Saturday, how I love the hours that stretch ahead. It’s ok to be up before the b
Mischelle Marie
on saturday I’m usually hungover so I sit in my duvet watching mindless tv that I don’t give a shit about. this saturday, or now, is the day of the euro 2012 final which will be super exciting except I don’t want either team to win sooooo, awkward.
Tom
Whoo! Saturday night. Time to kick back and stay in because I have virtually no life. Just happy to know its a Saturday. Maybe tonight I’ll get a text from a cute boy asking me to go out. Maybe.
Kyla
It’s Saturday. There’s not much to do. Not much to say. I’m just waiting for this time to pass away. I want some peace. Some quiet. Some calm. There’s a storm coming. In my heart. I know it. I feel it. I want to drown it. Far and deep, until it’s gone. Good bye. Good bye.
DesirelyD
Saturdays are amazing. They’re the time of the week that everyone looks forward to.. the day to relax, the day to have fun, and overall great day overall. Lots of things happen on Saturdays. Parties, sleepovers, weddings.. you name it, and it usually falls in place of a Saturday- the ideal day for all.
Marissa Ashley Watkins
I was so nervous that today was going to be terrible, that the day was going to be absolutely horrendous in every way possible. Like no one there would like me, no one would understand me, no one would care. But I was surprised that my Saturday turned out to be beautiful, in fact the best day of my life – it was the day I met you.
Sooyeon
idk how this works
Ally
last day of the week, fun day because sunday’s next, lazing around, saturn, day out with friends
gautham
saturday is the good day of the week i have netball and its not school. its the day before church and the name of a horse. I love saaturdays and i get to see my friends its purple there too and i just love saturdays especially in winter
Christie :)
The best day of the week during school time. It has the words sat and day in it it. I always have fun on saturdays. They make me feel happy. I love to feel happy. Saturday is my favorite day. Today is Saturday. I am going to the Jersey Shore with the Morans and Jess. It will be great! I can’t wait! Peace!
Kelsey
saturday is today. today i visited my gandma with my mum, Then mum and i went shopping and bought some cloths and bed linen. when we got home i made my self an omlette for lunch but it didn’t stay together and was more like scrambled eggs.
a
i dont know what i usually do on saturdays. sometimes i mess around with friends and sometimes i just like to relax, knowing that i dont have to be anywhere, that my schedule is open, and that if i just want to sleep in a little longer, im priveledged to. isnt that a wonderful thing. time to ones self. to reflect and see what we trully want out of life or maybe, just maybe, what we trully want in the moment. its not just another saturday.
anna
Saturday is the resting day for me. It gives me time to sleep and do things i can’t do on my week days.
freedom
stress-free when there are no exams
saturday night is fun
no worries
sandra chakar
My day was not like others’. My day was to be what everyone tried to avoid. I would not frolic in the sun or revel in the laziness of the day. I would work, like any other day.
Everyone’s weekend. My middle of the week. On the train in the afternoon, my morning, too early, waking up at one at least. Coffee beans and tea leaves all day long, come home and smell of it, it’s in my hair. Saturday means the BART won’t be on time. It means smoking a bowl first thing, because i can.
Carly
Once upon a time… wait-No. It was Saturday. I remember it as clear as day. On Saturday it happened, my life changed forever. I wish it was a story, a once upon a time but it couldn’t have been. The calendar told me, mocked me as the words appeared in a bright red script. It had definitely happened on Saturday
One saturday evening, john was outside with his friends. The summer air signified the rest of the good times to come, and not even time could ruin this moment right now. John was free during summer.
its saturday- i hate you. I hated you when it was friday as well. everyday I hate you. but especially on a saturday, because its a lazy day, no work, it gives me time to think of you. but how can I hate you? when your always here, around me, my best friend, I hate you boy. I ruined us I’m sorry, its saturday and i hate you i don’t want to see you today
She hated Saturdays. Most people liked them, liked summer barbecues. They liked going to the beach, spending time with their families. She was the one who had to deal with that. She had to deal with the dads who used too much lighter fluid and the kids who hit their heads in the pools or got hit with skim boards at the beach. Sometimes, rescue was the worst job.
saturday is the first day of the weekend, but not in the arab world, for the rest it symbolizes relaxation for us its the work we have procrastinated over the weekend, its completely different, very hectic version of the saturday you all are living, sunday is work day, saturday is the last day of the weekend
left in your shadow, the weekend burning. I rattle the bars of the cages you’ve locked me in.
blaze in the freedom.
i hate saturday because freedom is so big that i fell himself lost, but at the same time i can relax with my friends.
I love Saturday. I love Saturday. No work tomorrow, shit, no work today. It doesn’t get any better than this. My time is my own and I am going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Coffee. A muffin. The steam is rising from the depths of the cup and I curl my hands around the base, warming them. Snow is drifting down outside the window, slowly, steadily barring my way back out into the real world.
The day in which lie-in are inevitable.
The day you can have your favorite cereal. Look out the window and see the sun shining while holding a mug of tea.
The day which you feel invincible. Nothing can stop your Saturday. Nothing.
She was a saturday person. He was a thursday. She liked having the whole day to herself and the whole night to explore the world. SUnday to think it all through again. He liked the build up, the anticipation. Wednesday hurt in his side and as thursday came along the pain eased but the nervous ache of friday hadn’t yet hit him like a steamtrain. It was the perfect limbo where a good time could be had, but he didn’t have to have it just then.
saturday is the last day of the week ..comes right between your weekend …between friday and sunday .. so u r still a little bit tired/hungover from yesterday night .. but still looking forward to the rest of the weekend .. its name comes from being associated with the planet saturn … saturday ..day of the saturn
Waking up groggy, the stale stench of alcohol and sex lingering in the bedroom from the night before. The morning is fresh and clean, the opposite to how she feels right now. Saturday is not a day of rest. Tonight will be different. She prays tonight will be different.
last saturday was absolutely gorgeous…except the following day turned into a crappy one. sigh. its saturday again, i’m excited, but at the same time, some of the doubts from last week are creeping up on me.
Oh Saturday, dreadful, dreadful Saturday. You bring me pain. No pleasure can come out of you. Even if a lot of human beings enjoy you, I honestly don’t. You are a constant reminded of my sadness. A pain that will forever live in me. But I’ll try. I’ll try to get through you. You’re still a day. Even if you’re not Monday. Which is MY day. In French.
The powder-blue sky promised a very cheerful day. The birds were singing along to the rhythm of the wind and the animal of the forest swelled with activity. The mysterious night had passed, and it was once again time to swipe away the cobwebs of sleep. The leaves rustled as they tried to reach out to the beautiful maiden who skipped through the bushes, her dainty figure matching the wonderful view.
Her laughter filled the air, her voice like a violin’s song.
Saturday can be such a slow day. I sat o the porch and looked over the neighbourhood. White picket fences, kids on bikes, the glaze of the summer heat shimmering above the tarmac.
I wondered what Tom was doing that day.
I got u p and decided to take a walk, I headed down a dirt track into the woods, i could hear the faint buzz of mosquitoes i my ear as I tumbled over the roots of a thicket of trees.
Lazy, filled with lovely slow meals, beaches, and if you’re unlucky like me, probably a fight.
partying, dancing, fun. its your time to let loose, let your hair down, and let the mood of the day control what you do. its the time to take a big “ahhhhhh” and relax into the awesomeness that is saturday.
This Saturday I will be home watering the garden, watching the leaves grow. I want to catch the slug in the act of devouring my favorite plant. I want to see it chew on the leaf.
Oh this Saturday is going to be a regular one; one, because I am going to follow my normal routine of working out, eating, hanging with friends, doing all that is merry.
Saturday is the smell of the morning after staying up all night. Saturday is the oasis from school, work, and life. Saturday is the playful place where we evolved. Saturday is tea and coffee. Perfection.
this is a day to enjoy time with family and friends, do things you don’t have time for in the week, but not to rest yet, because that is the purpose of sundays. I love saterdays because I can choose how I spent my time.
Saturdays are nice, however I always work on Saturdays. Lots of other people don’t work on Saturdays and they tend to go to the places I work at in larger amounts than on any other day of the week. I prefer other days more, especially ones i don’t work on.
it’s 6 am
it’s saturday
i haven’t slept because i’ve been too empty to sleep
i haven’t slept because you showed up
willing
perhaps
to help me fill myself
Up early again. The one day to sleep in, and the cats are already dancing on the dawn. Still, it’s not so bad when I can turn of the ac and enjoy the gentle, cool breeze. Outside, frogs sing and look for early bugs for breakfast. Ahh, Saturday, how I love the hours that stretch ahead. It’s ok to be up before the b
on saturday I’m usually hungover so I sit in my duvet watching mindless tv that I don’t give a shit about. this saturday, or now, is the day of the euro 2012 final which will be super exciting except I don’t want either team to win sooooo, awkward.
Whoo! Saturday night. Time to kick back and stay in because I have virtually no life. Just happy to know its a Saturday. Maybe tonight I’ll get a text from a cute boy asking me to go out. Maybe.
It’s Saturday. There’s not much to do. Not much to say. I’m just waiting for this time to pass away. I want some peace. Some quiet. Some calm. There’s a storm coming. In my heart. I know it. I feel it. I want to drown it. Far and deep, until it’s gone. Good bye. Good bye.
Saturdays are amazing. They’re the time of the week that everyone looks forward to.. the day to relax, the day to have fun, and overall great day overall. Lots of things happen on Saturdays. Parties, sleepovers, weddings.. you name it, and it usually falls in place of a Saturday- the ideal day for all.
I was so nervous that today was going to be terrible, that the day was going to be absolutely horrendous in every way possible. Like no one there would like me, no one would understand me, no one would care. But I was surprised that my Saturday turned out to be beautiful, in fact the best day of my life – it was the day I met you.
idk how this works
last day of the week, fun day because sunday’s next, lazing around, saturn, day out with friends
saturday is the good day of the week i have netball and its not school. its the day before church and the name of a horse. I love saaturdays and i get to see my friends its purple there too and i just love saturdays especially in winter
The best day of the week during school time. It has the words sat and day in it it. I always have fun on saturdays. They make me feel happy. I love to feel happy. Saturday is my favorite day. Today is Saturday. I am going to the Jersey Shore with the Morans and Jess. It will be great! I can’t wait! Peace!
saturday is today. today i visited my gandma with my mum, Then mum and i went shopping and bought some cloths and bed linen. when we got home i made my self an omlette for lunch but it didn’t stay together and was more like scrambled eggs.
i dont know what i usually do on saturdays. sometimes i mess around with friends and sometimes i just like to relax, knowing that i dont have to be anywhere, that my schedule is open, and that if i just want to sleep in a little longer, im priveledged to. isnt that a wonderful thing. time to ones self. to reflect and see what we trully want out of life or maybe, just maybe, what we trully want in the moment. its not just another saturday.
Saturday is the resting day for me. It gives me time to sleep and do things i can’t do on my week days.
freedom
stress-free when there are no exams
saturday night is fun
no worries
My day was not like others’. My day was to be what everyone tried to avoid. I would not frolic in the sun or revel in the laziness of the day. I would work, like any other day.
Everyone’s weekend. My middle of the week. On the train in the afternoon, my morning, too early, waking up at one at least. Coffee beans and tea leaves all day long, come home and smell of it, it’s in my hair. Saturday means the BART won’t be on time. It means smoking a bowl first thing, because i can.
Once upon a time… wait-No. It was Saturday. I remember it as clear as day. On Saturday it happened, my life changed forever. I wish it was a story, a once upon a time but it couldn’t have been. The calendar told me, mocked me as the words appeared in a bright red script. It had definitely happened on Saturday