I hate packing. A lot.

And flying. A lot.

And traveling in general. A lot.

Am not looking forward to this vacation at all. not looking forward to the inevitable drama. not looking forward to the boring ass time I will have on the cruise.

But I know when I step through the door there will be a window of about an hour or two where I will be completely happy and content to be home. Then Josh will say something or Megan will start whining and I will think to myself "God, what was I thinking."

And snow. I don't like snow. I don't like the cold.

Bah.

And what am I supposed to pack exactly? Winter clothes for home. But I'm going on a cruise. so I have to take clothes for warm weather as well? I don't even know where we're going. I forget. Somewhere in the Carribean I think.

::shrugs::

Must find a good book to bring.

!!!!!!!

One thing I will love about going home: my library. Is that sad or what? I love my library. It has everything. Truly. And DVDs to rent for free, too! Good ones. And CDs. And good books of course. I will go in, say hi to the librarian on shift who will probably recognize me and give me a warm smile and say, "good day." and I love the library smell and that little padded bar you have to walk through. I don't get those, really. Why are they there? But yes, I will be spending lots of time there.

I remember in high school, senior year, days when I was feeling restless, I would simply cut my last class or two and walk to the library. On my way I would stop at 7Eleven for a soda and drink it as I made my way down Bryant Lane and look at the strange/awesome houses and just empty my mind and yah, that was a lovely feeling. I'd walk in the library, grab a book of the new releases shelf, and sit. I spent many Saturdays like this, too. (Which gives you a rough idea of my social life) But more weekdays than Saturdays because walking to the library from my house takes about 40 minutes as opposed to the 15-20 from school.

Brings to mind walking from home to school, in the winter, after a shower. by the time i got to school, my hair was frozen. Literally. Really, like, frozen. Stiff. I thought it was hilarious and my mom always yelled at me for not drying my hair but who has time to blow dry their hair? I got to school and ran to show my friends before my hair defrosted and they'd just roll their eyes. But I thought it was neat. It seemed like I had sprayed an obscene amount of hairspray or something, it was so stiff.

I just realized going home might not be so bad. Apparently, we have cable tv now? and new furniture?

I'm in a good mood. Feeling energized despite having not slept well in over 72 hours.

Excellent.

En garde!