Packing

I'm packing. Really. Can't you tell from the fact that I'm sitting in front of my computer how hard I'm working? I've given up on getting my room clean before I leave. I'm just trying to get packed and showered before I have to go to Laura's (who I did finally talk to... this morning) The BG library is going to steal my soul and mom doesn't seem too worried about it. I got a *third* notice today, I think they're about ready to start sending out the knee-breakers. But I am making progress in packing. The last of my laundry is in the dryer. Though I still lack a bag to actually put things in... I've been trying to steal Mom away from Tamie to find me a bag all afternoon. Everytime I go anywhere near where Tamie's cleaning she yells at me and tries to get me to help her, completely ignoring the fact that I have to pack because I'm *leaving*. Well, back to work. Is it bad that I'm packing while listening to the Rocky Horror Picture Show? (Which I found while I was cleaning my room yesterday. I forgot I had it, actually.)