i hate packing.

i hate packing.

I don't hate many things, but packing I can honestly say I hate.

I am leaving to california tomorrow morning. I work tonight. & I have homework to turn in before midnight that is still not finished.

When I pack I go through numerous stages.

1: sit down with pen & paper to block out what I will be wearing everyday & write up a list of everything I need.

2:  Start collecting things from that list.  Look in my closet & realize that I actually will want these other 5 shirts & 3 pair of shorts.

3:  Put things in piles according to article of clothing.

4:  realize i need to do some laundry cause i wore all my favorite clothes within the last week, & I have to bring these things with me.

5:  look at this huge pile of clothes on my floor, feel discouraged.

6:  Mini dance party.

7:  look at pile, lay on pile of clothes, defeated.  Cry, a little. sometimes nap for a bit.

8:  feel like a loser.

9:  Get up with a new desire to pack.

10: attempt to organize bottomless pile of clothes.

11:  It's worthless. Can't find the things I am looking for. Start swearing at clothes.

12: feel really bad.  Apologize to clothes & for swearing.

13:  the present stage.  where i have no desire to pack or go on vacation if it means dealing with packing, so i blog, stumble, tumble, tweet, watch jenna marbles & have another mini dance party. 

eventually I will get packed.  Will i have waaaay too much, yes. will it upset my father, yes. will he throw out 1/2 of what i packed, yes.  will i sneak it back in, yes.  do i understand what 'pack light' means, absolutely not.

this sucks.