RIGHT Before the Flight

Don't cry, but this is POTENTIALLY my last blog for like... 10 days. I'm not sure about my Colorado computer access.

Anyway, this is how retarded I am:

First of all, I hadn't actually talked to anyone in a really long time... so while I've been singing at the top of my lungs every five minutes, I ALSO started to talk to myself a lot. That's irrelevant to the story... but I just think it's interesting.

Second of all, remember how I didn't get out of bed until 5pm the other day? Well I did it BASICALLY again... because I obviously didn't fall asleep until like 7:30am the other night.

I ACTUALLY woke up at 2pm because I THOUGHT I was going to do something. But I really stayed in my room for MOST of the day. Then I picked out some pictures to put on a disk to potentially print out. Then I fell asleep again from like... 7pm to 9pm. Lame.

Then at around 10pm, I started to be starving... because my schedule is SOOO FUCKED UP!! But I didn't have any money or food. So I went into the kitchen and looked for anything I could eat. So I found some potatoes and put them in the oven to bake. Then, I realised that Katherine left a lot of eggs, so I made some scrambled eggs. And after my eggs, I made some chicken noodle soup that Katherine also left. And as I was struggling to finish my soup, I remembered that I still had 2 potatoes in the oven... which I did eat. I vaguely considered the fact that if I vomited, it would DEFINITELY be yellow... which I know is disgusting, but I apparently can't eat a jillion foods of the same color when I've had no other human contact or stimulation without thinking about the color of my theoretical vomit. I guess that's just who I am.

Around 2am I thought about how I probably SHOULD do my laundry. At 2:30am I actually picked out the clothes I wanted to wash and did it. At 4am I picked up my clothes again.

At 7:30am I CONSIDERED going to sleep.
At 8:30am I REALLY thought I should probably go to sleep. But instead I called Kinkos to see if I could get my four pieces of paper with my flight information printed out.
At 9am I actually turned out the lights and everything... but I didn't fall asleep.

(By the way, I know there are huge gaps of time in this tale, but just know that it was all watching TV and reading... damn those Harry Potter books for being so amazing!!! / long live queen J.K. Rowling (and King Obama))

So I woke up and organized my books... I don't know why... and actually PACKED the clothes into the bag. At 10am I went to sleep. But I woke up at noon worrying about all the OTHER STUFF I had to do.

I cleaned up the TV mess (no broken glass... lucky).
I washed the dishes.
I semi-cleaned the kitchen. And took out the trash.

At 2:15pm my dad called to make sure everything was going well.
At 2:30pm I panicked about getting my errands done. So with an hour and a half to go, I went and got my pictures printed (like... $3.50! I LOVE that), got my four pieces of paper (they didn't charge me!), and then I deposited my check of $50. It took EXACTLY a half hour. On the dot. I'm RETARDED with time! Why did I think that would take an hour and a half?

And now I'm waiting four minutes before I decide to leave 4 hours early to get to the airport. I hope nothing goes wrong. I'm pretty excited! Also, now that I can't even predict when I'm going to be tired next, I think it'll be fine! I'll just go to bed no matter WHAT when my dad goes to bed (hahaha... did I fool you? You know that will NEVER happen!!).
BUT it WILL be 2 hours earlier there... so it'll be like technically 11pm when I get there... but in my brain it should be 1am... so that's good news.