verloren - lost
the last drama gig has come and gone, with great success i am happy to report! the kids were smiling, all except for the one who didn't smile all week, and the parents snapped a million pictures of their little monkeys and mice as they danced around on stage. there's nothing like going out with a bang.
this weekend was full of fun - a barbecue with the ultimate frisbee crowd and a trip to napa. it's exactly how i wanted to start off the "summer of jordan"!
i had grand plans of taking close notes in napa and reporting our new favorite finds to you all, but i lost my little wine notebook at the very first tasting and failed to get it back, or notice it was gone really, until the tasting rooms were closed and we were on our way home. i can't help but feel like this is an omen.
i have a ton of projects planned for the "summer of jordan". i even have a number of trips floating in my head to see friends and grandparents. but when i awoke this morning with no alarm i found it difficult to get my day started. i putzed around the house, ate some leftovers, watched a rerun of "the price is right". is this the way i pictured the "summer of jordan"? no. is this what it will inevitably consist of? probably.
like my little notebook, my good intentions seem to have been forgotten before they were even started. i need structure, like most people. but beyond that i think i need someone to be heartily disappointed when i don't follow through on something. the only reason i ever wrote a paper in college was to avoid the look on the professor's face when i had nothing to turn in. i am going to the gym today only because i have an appointment with a trainer who will call me if i don't show up. the unstructured, free living nature of the "summer of jordan" might just drive me insane.
so, who needs something woven for them? and when do you need it by? perhaps someone simply MUST have a hand-developed photo of something in the san jose area? does anybody want to volunteer to nag me about plane tickets and self-motivation? because it turns out i'm a little lost.
this weekend was full of fun - a barbecue with the ultimate frisbee crowd and a trip to napa. it's exactly how i wanted to start off the "summer of jordan"!
i had grand plans of taking close notes in napa and reporting our new favorite finds to you all, but i lost my little wine notebook at the very first tasting and failed to get it back, or notice it was gone really, until the tasting rooms were closed and we were on our way home. i can't help but feel like this is an omen.
i have a ton of projects planned for the "summer of jordan". i even have a number of trips floating in my head to see friends and grandparents. but when i awoke this morning with no alarm i found it difficult to get my day started. i putzed around the house, ate some leftovers, watched a rerun of "the price is right". is this the way i pictured the "summer of jordan"? no. is this what it will inevitably consist of? probably.
like my little notebook, my good intentions seem to have been forgotten before they were even started. i need structure, like most people. but beyond that i think i need someone to be heartily disappointed when i don't follow through on something. the only reason i ever wrote a paper in college was to avoid the look on the professor's face when i had nothing to turn in. i am going to the gym today only because i have an appointment with a trainer who will call me if i don't show up. the unstructured, free living nature of the "summer of jordan" might just drive me insane.
so, who needs something woven for them? and when do you need it by? perhaps someone simply MUST have a hand-developed photo of something in the san jose area? does anybody want to volunteer to nag me about plane tickets and self-motivation? because it turns out i'm a little lost.
posted by jordan at
11:55 PM
1 Comments:
Huh. The Summer of Jordan sounds suspiciously like huge portions of The Great London Adventure of Becca. Motivation is an elusive bugger, isn't it? :)
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Rebecca, at June 26, 2007 12:56 PM
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