Procrastination

It was my goal on Friday, with the long weekend ahead of me and Justin out of town, to get my paper (that is due Monday) done on Saturday morning, and then spend the rest of the weekend working on my book.

I am sad to say I have accomplished neither so far, and it is Monday. What have I done you may ask, besides the Friday night/Saturday morning downtown Phoenix adventure? I have slept in. I have hung out with my parents, cooking them dinner one night and having Pei Wei the next). I have filled out two MySpace surveys. I have reconnected with a couple old friends that I have not spoken to in awhile. I have been involved in random conversations with strangers at Coffee Rush. I spoke at length with Mo, the owner. I spoke at length with Crispy, Beau, Ryan Patrick, and had shorter conversations here and there with Sirena and Jon Paulin — being as I just ran into Jon while sitting here at Coffee Rush (he just got off shift from Jamba Juice next door).

Speaking of running into people, this has been quite the weekend for such. I ran into an old acquaintence just now, Ryan, from East Valley Bible Church. He is actually sitting at the table behind me as I type this. He told me he just got married, is finishing up with school, and bought a house. He asked me how my life is. I tell him I live with my boyfriend in an apartment, am in school, and just bought a mocha. This weekend at First Fridays, I ran into Jakob from my old Central Christian high school Bible study at Tranzylvania, ran into Matt Picone (of Starbucks fame) and his new boyfriend at First Fridays, and L’il John from Central Christian / Chicago, and learned he has just relocated back here to Phoenix from Chi-Town with his girlfriend. Of course, Corey has to ask if his girlfriend is pregnant. John says “no, but she gets that alot.” Smooth.

So I just spoke with Justin and because of flood waters — a deep creek seperates his parent’s house from the 87 –

– break for scene from last time I was at his parents during a storm -

“The Carters called!”

“And?”

“The creek’s flooded.”

“The creek’s flooded?”

“The storm. The Carters can’t get across, we may have trouble getting the family back to town tonight.”

From STAGE RIGHT, Michael Landon enters with an oil lamp at a dripping wet, wide-brimmed hat. “

–end scene–

–because of these flood waters he’s staying one more day. I do miss the boy, but in all honesty I couldn’t have spent much time with him this evening as I HAVE to get my report done tonight, so nothing lost nothing gained.

I then attempted to fill in this evening’s plans with whatever may be appropriate to do once my essay is completed. But Crispin got called into work, and Tim threw his back out and isn’t answering his phone. I refuse to call Brenden, Ethan, Grant, or Arica again as they all owe me calls back.

Fuck it. Perhaps I really should just get on that book I’m supposed to be writing …