With only three (this is debatable) before I shuffle off to school I realize that the only thing I've "packed" are some books that will be following me up north. My clothes are as they always are (in my closet/dresser/the floor) and not where they should be (various soft-sided bags perfect for stuffing in Father's X5 or Brother's car).
Other things that are not as they should be:
My bike after hours of fixing up is still not working properly. Well, the rear brakes are not working properly, everything else seems fine (a perpetual state of "Does that sound right? Oh well."). And I need new batteries for my lights. That too.
My textbooks remain unpurchased. I know what they are (and also regretting some class decisions now, but I shall suffer through them as I am wont to do, instead of altering my course list), and I know various places to get them (for cheap even! --well, the ones that are not actual textbooks but rather "required readings"). However, this calls for communication with my parents. And a severe lack of laziness (on my part)/ conflicting schedules (all parts). I would just order them, but there be address worries. I know which dorm residence hall I am living in, I suppose that would work for shipping address. Maybe. I'm probably just fretting about things that are actually very easy. It's just how I roll.
While thinking about packing, I realize there are things that I might be in need of, more underwear for one. Perhaps socks.
Oh, here's and important one: NEW BANK ACCOUNT.
Instead I'm fooling around on
Doll Divine.