A few friends and I have a habit of adding an alliterative adjective to each day of the week in accordance with our mood and/or recent happenings. Here is how this past week turned out.
Monotone Monday
The genera l feel of the day was very monotonous. First, we were all fighting the effects of the recent time change. Losing an hour of sleep isn’t exactly a walk through the park for already sleep deprived teenagers. Just sayin’. Second, Monday is typically a day to mourn the death of the weekend; therefore, no one’s favorite. It wasn’t a terrible day, just not anything to write home about.
Tuesday – Wednesday
Tuesday and Wednesday, unfortunately, went unnamed this week. They just didn’t have the characteristics of a day deserving of a special title. Overall, both days were uneventful and oddly less than average. I forgot to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day and got pinched a lot. And that’s about it.
Thirsty Thursday/Throwin’ Punches Thursday
I realize Thirsty Thursday is normally associated with alcohol, but in this case it is not. Each Thursday of every week one person is responsible for bringing a Dr. Pepper for everyone. First, Dr. Pepper is the greatest drink ever created. Second, a little bit o’ caffeine in the morning is always a greatly anticipated boost. Let me explain Throwin’ Punches Thursday. I’m not promoting violence here or anything, because I’m not actually suggesting you throw punches. This is just a day to recognize all of the people in your life that need and/or deserve a punch. Like rude and pathetic people who think everything is a competition, when it definitely isn’t. But I’m not even going there.
No Pants Friday
I know, I know. No Pants Friday isn’t alliterative, but that’s alright. It’s a weekly tradition in which everyone doesn’t…wear…pants. Obviously. Girls break out their dresses and skirts while boys wear shorts. Or kilts, if Mr. Mason didn’t frown upon that kind of thing. I didn’t participate this week. Oops.
Shopping Is Stupid Saturday
Weekends aren’t usually included in our day naming process, so this one describes my Saturday only. I’m not a big fan of shopping to begin with. Perusing endless racks and exerting the effort to try on a bunch of clothes I might not buy just isn’t fun for me. Apply this to prom dresses and the excruciating level rises, like, seven points. Guys have it unfairly easy. I’m incredibly jealous that I can’t just go out and get me a tux and be done. Seriously.
Sacred Sunday/Strenuous Sunday
I start off each Sunday by going to church. After activities concerning that are finished I spend the rest of the day finishing all of the homework I have put off until the last possible moment. If it were nice like it has been instead of yucky and raining I would play outside, but it is yucky and raining and the weather isn’t exactly something I control. So I just have to deal. Yay homework.
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