Why do weekends have to end?

Today is the final day of my 5 day weekend. Last thursday we, the fam, left for Kimberley, B.C., to ski and meet my dad's cousin, Graham, of the Douglas clan.
Notable about the drive was that my sister requested that we listen to Tegan and Sara, resulting in the playing of the WHOLE cd So Jealous. My parents (and sister) tend to hate my music, so it was quite a breakthrough.
The skiing was pretty good. I was mostly doing moguls, trying to get better at them.
Oh wow! Another exciting music thing- my sister was flipping channels as the fam was watching TV and Jumpers by Sleater-Kinney was on MuchMusics's The Wedge. I was so excited! But it was only the last 10 seconds or something. So that was sad. Very sad.
This entry is so stupid and choppy and not cool.
I wish this weekend could last forever, because 1)I really need time to catch up reading The Odyssey (yes, that Odyssey. the HOMER one) 2because weekends are just better than weekdays in general, and 3)I really don't want to go on my Bio trip to Bamfield, Vancouver Island, because it is on the weekend and we hardly get to sleep, and I don't even like bio that much.
Le BIG HUGE sigh.