Dealing with myself is more difficult than packing

You'd think with it being my second year that I'd be a pro at packing, but how do you pack for a month. Especially with this bipolar Texas weather. Sure the next few days are to be warm, but then you're slapped across the face with a cold front. So in go the shorts and tanks, but you got to bring a coat and cardigans. Now the shoes part. Yeah being a girl is so damn difficult.

Matchbox Twenty blasting out of the speakers and I find the whole packing to be stupid. So here I am in the middle of packing, and by that I mean my bed piled with clothes like crazy. I'm sure it's daunting now and by the time it's in the bag I'll realize that I was making to much of a big deal. This is me we're talking about. I bitch and complain and when it's done I realize that I was being a drama queen and should just shoot myself for being dumb.

Well I'm about to woman up and get packed for tomorrow morning. Guess I'll be home for Christmas!!!