Saturday lurve.

Saturday mornings are my favourite time of the week. When I was a kid, it meant watching Saturday morning cartoons with my sister. It meant fishy-shaped pancakes that my dad made with love, or oatmeal that he made with love and didn't know that we would refuse to eat.
As time passed and my sister and I entered adolescence, my family started going out to have breakfast with my grandparents at Chinese cafes. Our parents had to pry us out of bed so we could make the breakfast cutoff time at 10.
Since I started University and live on my own, breakfast with my grandparents happens a lot less. When I'm in Toronto, we still have breakfast or lunch together, and follow it up with some shopping or studying. In Waterloo, Saturday mornings are a time of sleeping in and recuperating from a long week and perhaps a late Friday night. It's a time to plan my day and plan my weekend.
Today is no exception. A full nine hours of coma-like sleep. Apple cinnamon oatmeal for breakfast. (I eat oatmeal now; if my dad knew, he would surely make a snide comment about how I used to refuse to eat it.) A cup of hot orange pekoe. Hot shower, plushy bathrobe. iTunes. Check.
Hmm...Should I go play football today? I have to meet Emzhei and Olivia at the library later.. what subject should I study? What should I have for lunch? Should I go watch the hockey game with Grad cell tonight? What dessert should/can I bring? How much should I really be studying for anatomy?
I am left now with more questions than answers still, but now I have to start acting if I am really going to be at school by 1:30.
Have a good Saturday. :)