i'm not sure...
Well... you'll have to bare with me, here. It's 1:45 AM in the morning, and my mind is not exactly at its best this time of night. But I have had a few things on my mind for the last couple of days, and I had no time at all to put any of that here in my journal. It has been a busy couple of days. First, on Wednesday, I was out with my sister all day, and then on Thursday, I was out with my best friend Yee, her boyfriend, and then Brian as well, later in the day, and then after that, I went up to the college, to visit my sister in the game room where she was working her shift. Today, I had more time alone, but I slept quite a bit today, and then when I did wake up, I had things to do around the house, and packing to finish, so that everything will be ready tomorrow morning, and I can just get my shower, get dressed, and get going.
Where am I going? Well, me, my sister, her boyfriend, and my father are all driving up to Pennsylvania, where my grandmother and grandfather are having a big Easter dinner. It will be my first time up there in quite a long time. In the past, my schedule hasn't allowed for me to take the time to go up there, and spend a couple of days visiting. And it's pointless to drive eight hours round trip, just to stay there for three hours.
So, I am packed up and ready to go in the morning. I have my suitcase full of clothing, my makeup case, a tote bag full of shampoo, conditioner, lotions, shower gels, body scrubs... all of that stuff that I can't possibly live without for two whole days. I'm really such a girl, and it's nearly pathetic sometimes. ;) I promised myself that I wouldn't pack too much, like I always do. I told myself that I was going to keep it to a minimum. I promised myself I would fit it -all- entirely into my suitcase. Well... it didn't work out. I have no excuse, except that I could not, absolutely could not make do with just one pair of shoes. And for God's sake, what if it got cold at night? My pajamas might not do it. I had to pack sweat pants and a sweat shirt, too. And nevermind that I felt the need to pack three books, when I was only going to be gone for the weekend. I suppose it occured to me that I was going to attempt the world record for fastest reading, while away? I'm not sure what else I'll have to do, anyway. I might as well try.
I'm a bit... uncertain about the trip. It has been a good couple of years since I was last up there. It's become unfamiliar to me. And my sister is taking her boyfriend up there (Brian refused to go with us - ofcourse), so she'll be preoccupied with him, as she usually is (and oh God, they'll be disgustingly cute and cuddly there, too - in all fairness, it was tolerable, and even sweet, at first... more than a year ago - it's just not normal for a couple to remain cute and cuddly, in 'brand new relationship, can't resist eachother' mode well after your first year together has passed). And it has been so long since I have seen a lot of my relatives, that I'm not sure how I'll feel around them. A vaguely remembered relative, or a long-lost and missed member of the family? Will anyone even really notice that I'm there? Will I spend the entire time while I am there, writing and reading, and watching every one else notice eachother? I guess I'll find out.
Atleast one thing is for certain. I will have my bathing suit packed and with me, just in case, on the off-chance that there is an opportunity to swim, though the chances of that are about 3%, in PA, in the middle of nowhere, up in the mountains, where it is far too freezing for anyone to have a swimming pool in their backyard. Yeah, it's probably a sickness. A disorder of some kind, where the brain compulsively prepares the body for any situation, by being absolutely certain to have every possession with them at all times.
Well... it's entriely too funny that over the past few days, I had racked up so many things to write about, and ended up writing half of my journal entry about my packing habits, and not at all about a grand majority of the things that I had planned to write about. :) I will say this, though. Knitting club meetings with Kim, at the college, on Wednesdays, have become an absolute must for me. It's so relaxing. And it's so comfortable. And I feel so normal, there. I feel so -me-, there.
Have a lovely weekend. I'll try to, as well. :)
Where am I going? Well, me, my sister, her boyfriend, and my father are all driving up to Pennsylvania, where my grandmother and grandfather are having a big Easter dinner. It will be my first time up there in quite a long time. In the past, my schedule hasn't allowed for me to take the time to go up there, and spend a couple of days visiting. And it's pointless to drive eight hours round trip, just to stay there for three hours.
So, I am packed up and ready to go in the morning. I have my suitcase full of clothing, my makeup case, a tote bag full of shampoo, conditioner, lotions, shower gels, body scrubs... all of that stuff that I can't possibly live without for two whole days. I'm really such a girl, and it's nearly pathetic sometimes. ;) I promised myself that I wouldn't pack too much, like I always do. I told myself that I was going to keep it to a minimum. I promised myself I would fit it -all- entirely into my suitcase. Well... it didn't work out. I have no excuse, except that I could not, absolutely could not make do with just one pair of shoes. And for God's sake, what if it got cold at night? My pajamas might not do it. I had to pack sweat pants and a sweat shirt, too. And nevermind that I felt the need to pack three books, when I was only going to be gone for the weekend. I suppose it occured to me that I was going to attempt the world record for fastest reading, while away? I'm not sure what else I'll have to do, anyway. I might as well try.
I'm a bit... uncertain about the trip. It has been a good couple of years since I was last up there. It's become unfamiliar to me. And my sister is taking her boyfriend up there (Brian refused to go with us - ofcourse), so she'll be preoccupied with him, as she usually is (and oh God, they'll be disgustingly cute and cuddly there, too - in all fairness, it was tolerable, and even sweet, at first... more than a year ago - it's just not normal for a couple to remain cute and cuddly, in 'brand new relationship, can't resist eachother' mode well after your first year together has passed). And it has been so long since I have seen a lot of my relatives, that I'm not sure how I'll feel around them. A vaguely remembered relative, or a long-lost and missed member of the family? Will anyone even really notice that I'm there? Will I spend the entire time while I am there, writing and reading, and watching every one else notice eachother? I guess I'll find out.
Atleast one thing is for certain. I will have my bathing suit packed and with me, just in case, on the off-chance that there is an opportunity to swim, though the chances of that are about 3%, in PA, in the middle of nowhere, up in the mountains, where it is far too freezing for anyone to have a swimming pool in their backyard. Yeah, it's probably a sickness. A disorder of some kind, where the brain compulsively prepares the body for any situation, by being absolutely certain to have every possession with them at all times.
Well... it's entriely too funny that over the past few days, I had racked up so many things to write about, and ended up writing half of my journal entry about my packing habits, and not at all about a grand majority of the things that I had planned to write about. :) I will say this, though. Knitting club meetings with Kim, at the college, on Wednesdays, have become an absolute must for me. It's so relaxing. And it's so comfortable. And I feel so normal, there. I feel so -me-, there.
Have a lovely weekend. I'll try to, as well. :)