oh my god, what the fuck, barbecue
Next time I go home for a long break, someone needs to hit me over the head with a blunt object and remind me of just how badly I overpacked for this one. Out of everything I brought home, I probably used less than half of it, and even a lot of the things that I thought I'd absolutely need never came out of the bags I brought them home in. It sucks royally, too, because not only do I have to bring all of that back, but now I have to also manage to take my sewing machine and my bass, which I decided I'd like to have at school with me (and will actually use, unlike the shit I brought home). If anything, I wish I'd brought home some stuff that I can leave here, because I don't need it there, but it turns out that everything I brought home is something I use at school, but don't seem to use here very often, i.e., half of my clothing (since laundry gets done so much more often), most of my shoes (because for some reason I have pretty much stopped wearing all but two pairs - and yet I keep buying more), movies, books, etc, etc, and so on and so forth.
Ugh. I needed to rant about that for a minute. So now I'll get back to packing, try to make my room look like I didn't manage to trash it in a month, and resist the temptation to bring back other stuff that I may or may not use. Like Donna the Disembodied Unicorn Pinata. I want to bring her, but is there room? Find out next time, on Oh My God, I Thought I Knew How to "Travel Light".
Ugh. I needed to rant about that for a minute. So now I'll get back to packing, try to make my room look like I didn't manage to trash it in a month, and resist the temptation to bring back other stuff that I may or may not use. Like Donna the Disembodied Unicorn Pinata. I want to bring her, but is there room? Find out next time, on Oh My God, I Thought I Knew How to "Travel Light".