Packing for Kudat Camp 2011

Music: Unchartered by Sarah Bareilles.

I usually take twenty minutes trying to decide what to wear on Sunday mornings, especially when I'm at the piano. Everything has to be presentable & proper.

So now that I'm going to a camp where there are no mirrors available whatsoever, & the heat to think about, plus I'll be in front manning the laptop, so to speak-

This is going to be a long night.

Music: Do You Remember by Jay Sean

Oh my gosh I hear mum coughing. She is still awake. I'm doomed.

12:16AM

Music: Uncharterd by Sarah Bareilles

I'm not doomed! Packing continues.

12:17AM

It's like, the less I can make myself bring to camp, the more accomplished I am. Thus, me anti-trolley bag.

Even though I know I'm gonna regret this.

12:18AM

Maybe I should use the trolley bag... But the Playboy tote's just nice...

12:24AM

A trolley would be nice too... It can just lie like a small cabinet on the floor & I can just get my clothes, instead of digging around in the Playboy tote...

12:26AM

Music: Unchartered by- ohhh you know.

But I don't want to be dragging the trolley to and fro the car tomorrow and on the 3rd.

Wait. That'll only be dragging twice.

Let the transfer begin!!

12:28AM

Music: Drumma Boy by Justin Ellis

Yes, I am on Tumblr.

12:29AM

Changed my mind. Playboy tote too small & cool.

12:33AM

CAMERA to charge. iPOD to update & charge. What else what else. Oh yeah. Have to pack pencil case. A properly packed pencil case is very useful. You never know when you need like, a ruler. Or tape.

Maybe I should bring my calculator.

12:34AM

Music: Price Tag by Jessie J.

It's not Math camp, heck. But... HECK DON'T BRING THE CALCULATOR.

12:36AM

Music: Uncharted.

Baby Oil?... Will think about it tomorrow. Now, off to pack pencil case upstairs in my room, & shower, brush my teeth, & come back downstairs to sleep on the couch. I'd removed the bedspread & blankets from my bed/mattress during my clean up just now and I'm too lazy to put them back now.

I feel a little bad for scolding- Okay, I was screaming, at Bubu just now. But really. Why does she keep attacking my feet? Stop it, Bubu. Don't bite. Why me? Why???

Now to Italianize (?) & bold up the above post, then I'm off to bed!