I really do. I hate it with every ounce of my body and soul. I think it's the one thing that I can't boil down to some concrete method--like I do with dish-washing. First you do the plates, then the bowls, then the silverware, and depending on the kitchen set-up, you can scrub the dishes and place them into the adjacent sink to rinse later or do it all in one sink while the faucet's running. But for some reason my mind goes completely insane when I pack. I'll pack some clothes, walk around my room, go to the living room to get something, forget what I went to the living room for, go back to my room, remember what I needed, get sidetracked by a trip to the kitchen, and then I pick up some socks and then place them back down because I don't know what to do with them.
In any case, I'm leaving in exactly 12 hours for Seoul, Korea (that's SOUTH Korea; I can't believe a certain someone had the nerve to ask if I was going to North or South Korea--idiot). I wish I had a picture or something to share but the only image of me at this moment would be me shirtless wishing there was a fan blowing air on me. Texas is so darn hot. I promise to update this thing diligently (I was quite the xanga protege) and you all besta comment. By the way, does anyone know a good site I can use to upload pictures?
So off I go with my paperpack Da Vinci Code, Possible Side Effects by Augusten Burroughs, iPod, and dramamine. Oh! And did I mention that I did a little shoe shopping?? I finally have some white bucks and some silver pumas. They're glorious!!!
I can't wait for the hot towels they give out on the plane...
