i'm hopelessly unmotivated. despite the fact that i've had the entire summer to prep for school i've accomplished nothing... so far. this should be the moment when i realize blogging about doing something is pathetic and get off my butt. i can just feel the panic set in, shortness of breath, cloud of mourning pressing on my shoulders.

instead of working, i've been enjoying the freedom of summer. it helps to be dating someone who has their summers off too. we went to an outdoor concert with his parents last night and heard some great music (from the 60s of course). i told him that we were probably the youngest people in the audience (although, it's possible we weren't). i always feel more comfortable at those sorts of concerts. i'm not exactly sure why.

next week, the work will be done. i will prep all the marching band stuff, i will meet with the supt, i will sent out tons of letters. this will happen. probably.