Packing

[kaciagemini]

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.)