Sexy Opinion: Packing
Packing kind of sucks. You need to go and get all the stuff together for the trip and that means you need to lay out all your clothes, which always sucks because then you realize how little style you actually have (sob) and then you need to choose clothes which not only fit but also pack easily and don't need to be ironed or anything after being in a suitcase.
also you need to like figure out what the weather is going to be like for wherever it is you're going to be going (the answer is, by the way, really bloody hot) and you need to pack for that as well but also you need to pack for what the weather won't be like because it's weather and likes to fuck with you like that. ask me about the england trip sometime.
so you end up with like three t-shirts and three pairs of pants and three pairs of underwear and four pairs of socks and a bottle of detergent so you can wash them in the sink at the end of the day (you've got nothing but nothing).
And then you need to bring books and crap for the plane flight because you know international flights suck and you end up bringing a notebook which is half full and a lot of pencils and pens and you plan to just buy another notebook if you have to in italy because you're sure they have notebooks there.
and also you need to bring a lot of batteries because your digital camera likes to go through batteries really quickly sometimes and you promised a girl to take lots of pictures and you've already forgotten like a billion promises you made and so you really want to keep this one in a vain attempt to show that you're a decent guy who can keep his promises sometimes.
and then there's always the stress of thinking about what you might have forgotten. at this point, I have a motto i like to repeat to myself.
they sell things in italy, too. if I need it that bad, I can buy a new one.
also you need to like figure out what the weather is going to be like for wherever it is you're going to be going (the answer is, by the way, really bloody hot) and you need to pack for that as well but also you need to pack for what the weather won't be like because it's weather and likes to fuck with you like that. ask me about the england trip sometime.
so you end up with like three t-shirts and three pairs of pants and three pairs of underwear and four pairs of socks and a bottle of detergent so you can wash them in the sink at the end of the day (you've got nothing but nothing).
And then you need to bring books and crap for the plane flight because you know international flights suck and you end up bringing a notebook which is half full and a lot of pencils and pens and you plan to just buy another notebook if you have to in italy because you're sure they have notebooks there.
and also you need to bring a lot of batteries because your digital camera likes to go through batteries really quickly sometimes and you promised a girl to take lots of pictures and you've already forgotten like a billion promises you made and so you really want to keep this one in a vain attempt to show that you're a decent guy who can keep his promises sometimes.
and then there's always the stress of thinking about what you might have forgotten. at this point, I have a motto i like to repeat to myself.
they sell things in italy, too. if I need it that bad, I can buy a new one.