I have a plane to catch at 4:15pm tomorrow and I'm not ready. Well, I am, but my stuff isn't. This is typical of me however. I always manage to create tension by procrastinating. Except no one is tense. Well, perhaps my father. But whenever I leave the country he's tense. Not in expectance of bad things, but he's the worrier. He doesn't know much other than I'm flying to Oslo. He doesn't know where I'm staying or when I'll call him so he can sleep at night because he knows I'm alright. Granted, I still don't know where I'm staying. Yep, I'm getting on a plane tomorrow and I don't know where I'm staying. It's a beautiful thing.
But I have to get dressed now so I can go out and run errands. Here is my to-do list:
buy travel shampoo, toothpaste, body wash
buy Kasabian cd (not entirely necessary, but fun)
sign up for International Youth Travel Card at Palo Alto STA store
clean out the trunk of my car
pack my carry-on backpack
be back home by 4pm to talk to dad on phone
go out with Matt at 7pm
I should be fine. It's only eleven am. I even got one of my critiques done. I want to get another one done before the end of today, but I don't have to. It's not life-threatening if I don't. Whereas if I don't buy shampoo before I leave tomorrow, I'd say that's life-threatening.