I just read a few posts from a few journals and good god are they boring. It makes me wonder if my posts evoke the same feeling of I want to run away from society and live in a box. That being said, here is a detailed account of what I’ve been doing lately:
- randomly hopped a cable car. It was a goregous day, why not?
- now the proud owner of a ‘Fairly Odd Parents’ lunch box and red-framed 70′s style sun glasses.
- reading ucb and various journals
- packing packing packing. This never seems to end. I’m currently at the unpacking phase. Do I really need to bring 2 white button down shirts? But one of them has lace trim! I don’t REALLY need 15 sweaters. etc etc. I feel like I have a litter of puppies and I’m killing off the least adorable ones.
It hasn’t quite hit me that I’m leaving yet. In 48 hours I will be strangling loud babies uh… I mean sitting quietly reading The Davinci Code.
There’s a weight limitation on my luggage and carry on. Wouldn’t it be better to have an overall weight cap that includes you and everything you bring? I mean, a really large person gets to bring 140lbs worth of stuff and I can bring the same, but I weigh 200lbs less. That’s a lot of weight that I’m helping to pay. I know I may piss some people off by saying that, but it’s just a random thought. I’m really quite socalist, and 140lbs is a lot of stuff. I’m shooting for 100 max.
