Never Trust a Big Butt and a Smile

There are about a trillion things that I feel like I need to be doing. But when I sit down to actually create a plan of attack, I can't seem to figure out what these trillion things are. My to-do list has very vague bullet points, like 'loan stuff' and 'finish packing,' which really isn't helpful at all. Because there could be countless sub-points under 'finish packing' - such as 'figure out what to do with all of the useless shit I have accumulated' and 'take a moment to think about how in the world I came to own all of these stupid clothes.'

So many of my (ex) co-workers expressed envy at the fact that I will be able to fit all of my earthy possessions in the back of a car. And yeah, it's nice to see that I only own a few boxes worth of stuff. But at the same time... where has all of my money gone? If I had piles of awesome stuff staring back at me at least I would have something to show for small bank account balance. Not to say that my possessions define me, but my possessions are sort of defining me right now.

I have been getting 12 hours of sleep each night this week. It is wonderful. Unnecessary, but absolutely wonderful. I have to take advantage while I can.

My ipod has really been working overtime these days. With no computer to use at home from which to play packing music, and with no music channels on tv ever actually playing music, I have resorted to turning my ipod up to full volume and using the headphones as makeshift speakers. The shuffle option has turned up some real gems, including "Poison" by Bel Biv Devoe.

I'm sitting at the student union, trying to figure out the various parts of my life that can be figured out via the internet. Student loans, flight info, shipping info (because I can't bring my suitcases on the plane for less that $25), cancelling my bi-weekly box of organic fruits and veggies that gets delivered to my house. I don't like this tying up of loose ends. I inevitably feel like I am missing something totally obvious and forgetting something crucial. There is a man plunging a drinking fountain next to me. Things are getting weird here, clearly. I need to leave. I stopped getting anything done quite a while ago.

Possibly off to Chicago tomorrow morning. It is going to be the ultimate game time decision, as my mom will call me when they are leaving to inform me if there is room in the van for me or not. My life is totally out of sorts now anyway, why not throw a last-minute weekend trip to the windy city in to the mix?