blah blah blah and cats.

i had every intention of writing a list

of things i have learned in all my years of life

that school could never teach me.

but instead,

i'm in freak out mode.

my normal self packs for trips a week in advance.

but here i am, the day before girls camp,

without a single thing in my bag. 

i don't even know who i am anymore.

i couldn't go to sleep saturday night because

i kept telling myself i needed a headlamp.

a headlamp is better than a flashlight 

especially when it comes to using the bathroom late at night.

i'm washing all our clothes

just so i can dirty them up with dirt and sunshine and sweat.

i'm only allowed to wear long pants

and i'm trying to convince myself leggings count as long pants.

my house is a mess.

i hate going on any sort of trip 

and coming home to a house that isn't spotless.

it sends me into a depressed panicky state. 

and while i'm grateful it has contained itself

to an area other than my face,

can someone please explain why

i'm getting ridiculous bacne at the age of twenty-three?

oh, i forgot the best part.

we leave tomorrow.

at 5:30 am.

halp.

life is winning right now. 

proof is in the pudding.

when i searched "sad cat," i found this.

the internet knows how much i hate him. 

stop trying to ruin internet katz for me!