My weekend and My Mondays

My weekend was great. I got to see my boyfriend everyday and I got to house sit too. Friday, we saw a movie and after that I went to work. That night my cousin and I played guitar hero till 2:30 a.m. I have not mastered it yet, but I am working on it. We were at our Aunt's house. They went to Mississippi for the weekend so the house was ours. :)
Saturday, I did some shopping with my Mom and I went to dinner with my honey. That night we played guitar hero again but not that late this time. Because we had to get up and go to church, we needed some sleep. Sunday, I went to church and Jonathan came back to the house with me. The afternoon consisted of Kayla and him riding dirt bikes and me sitting and watching. I finally rode before dark. Wow, I was so proud of myself. I finally did it. I did not fall either. Then night came and we had to leave. My fun weekend had come to an end.
Mondays, I hate them. For some reason Mondays are the hardest day for me. The week is beginning and it makes me sad. I get depressed and just kind of gloomy. It makes me think about school all week and when I am going to be able to see Jonathan again. The weeks suck. They always go by somehow, but it seems like forever. My Mondays are the beginning of it all. I wonder if I am the only one who feels this way, kind of hopeless and just blah. I think about one thing each day that I can look forward to. It gets me through the week.