Ode to packing

How to best express my feelings toward packing....let's see...maybe in a monologue...

Nah, packing can just kiss my rear end. Never in my life did I think I would have so much stuff, and on top of having it, being able to justify not throwing it out. Ugh...how this will all work out, I have no idea, but when it does I'll let ya know.

I'm gonna make this short, easy on the eyes (just for you, Drew!!!)...all I'm up to is packing and getting more nervous by the day about this whole thing. Gotta get done with the eye appointment and hair cut before I leave, run some last minute errands. I came home to VC today and my parents didn't even notice my nose piercing. Granted, it was kinda dark in the house and they were tired from their trip, so I'll let it slide. Had to point it out to my dad (who said, "Cool...I like it.") and let my mom discover it for herself, who finally pointed to my nose and said "When did you do that??!?"...lol...good news is, they both like it, so I'm not cut off financially...yet. :P

Band camp (marching band..UND Pride of the North...whoop whoop!!) starts tomorrow, and I know I'm such a freak, but it feels weird not getting ready for it this year. So naturally, I have to go harass everyone anyway. Back up to Grand Forks tomorrow to hang with all my friends who I haven't seen all summer...yaaay!!! But not before I get a little more packing/strategic planning finished. With gas prices the way they are, you would think I could plan my jaunts across the state a bit better.... ;)