I was damn unproductive this weekend. Lots of of bars and friends so an accurate summary of my summer: Little accomplishing, much drinking.
I don’t think I actually wrote up a to-do list but I know I wanted to learn more about Buddhism (finishing my class within the next couple weeks), meditate more (didn’t meditate most of the summer, starting to get back into it now), lose weight (ha!), take a trapeze class (decided it would be hell on my knees), stay out of a relationship (dated but stayed away from monogamy-land) and keep busy (does the drinking count?).
So I’m still undisciplined as ever. But this weekend was fun! One of my better ones even if it involved saying goodbye to a friend that’s moving across the country for a PhD program. I found out who sent me the Pink love note (not who I thought!). I bought tacky bachelorette party things and then carried penis shaped cookie cutters in my purse for a night. I stayed up much too late and I’m on my way to doing that again tonight. I saw Blue Ribbon Glee Club in Millennium Park. I know a glee clubber! I went to Lush and spent way too much on soap. It’s one of my few girlie things along with shoes.
This entry is probably only interesting to me at this point. But I need entries like this to look back on since “I write to remember.” People record history in order to avoid repeating it or to painstakingly try to recreate a certain point in time.