Sunday, August 21, 2005

Gonna Fly?

Got my Rocky soundtrack in the CD player. I'm listening to all the training songs from the movies. I figured this would inspire me to get back to work.

I'd wanted to spend a good chunk of my weekend on the WIP UCOD, but it hasn't happened yet. A bunch of errands, an oil change, swimming and cooking out with my step-brother's family and a few too many drinks....

Of course, today it was time to grade my first two sets of papers while I watched The Sand Pebbles. I love Steve McQueen movies! And then I got sidetracked by reading blogs and sending e-mails. Oh, but I did a good thing. I critiqued for Deb. Now if I could only get back to work on my own...

Oh, I went to the bookstore yesterday and ordered class sets of two books. I gave the guy the name of the first book (Crash by Spinelli) and then I said, "And There's a Boy in the Girls' Bathroom." The guy stopped typing and stared at me like I had five heads. I continued with, "It's by the same guy who wrote Holes."

"Oh!" he says. "I thought you were talking about our bathroom."

I don't really have much else to say today. I guess I'm just looking for a way to procrastinate. Of course, I could get started on UCOD. But, then again...it is dinnertime...

As for writing, maybe later. I can just hit "Pause" on the Rocky soundtrack and listen to the inspirational chords later...

5 comments:

greatwhitebear said...

arrived here from Nic's blog. that is a funny story!

Lexi said...

Thanks for dropping by!

Allison Brennan said...

Procrastination ... it's a sin I tell you. (I should be working; instead, I played Pikmin with my four year old during the babies nap time . . . )

Sigh.

Thanks for the diversion . . . and I wouldn't give your students any ideas, either. LOL

Michelle said...

There's a Boy in the Girls' Bathroom is a good book. I've enjoyed that one. :) LOL on the clerk's reaction.

Elisabeth Naughton said...

I am the queen of procrastination. High five, baby. :)

Rocky soundtrack, huh? May have to try that one. DH is getting tired of hearing Kenny Chesney playing out of my computer when I'm supposed to be writing.