Packing!
I really, really, really hate packing! It’s horrible! An evil activity contrived by people who wanted to move lots of things from one place to another. Sure, it’s practical and all that, but really it sucks. First I have to dig up the bags to put everything in, from wherever they’ve been languishing since I discarded them at the start of term.
Then I have to find, fold and pack all the clothes I’ll be taking back, and bag up any books, CDs, DVDs and so forth which are going home, an activity which sounds simple but which takes ages, largely because it’s so tempting to stop and watch/listen to them all. Then there are the toiletries… and the guarentee that no matter how careful I’ve been, I’ll have packed something I need when I go to bed, or when I get up in the morning.
Finally of course I have to pack my computer, and also attempt to leave the room in some kind of tidyish state, as it’s very depressing to come back to a big mess every term. Of course, the latter never happens because Dad and I are too keen to get home to whatever delightful meal Mum is preparing. Goddess watch over her, she’s a fantastic cook. Roast dinner tomorrow! Woohoo!
Can’t wait to drive the new car either, but it’s a bit difficult to do it from here (lounging on my bed enjoying the freedom of a cordless keyboard).
Even can’t waiter for Friday! Wooooooooo!!!